I suspected when I was 18 when someone called me "psy***". but I didn't really put much thought on it first because I was busy drinking almost every single day or fighting or beating the hell out of myself to relieve me from the empty or depressed or angry feeling (I don't cut). The bigger and blacker the bruises the better. I was only diagnosed 3 years ago when I snapped for the 2nd time after being unable to sleep for 10 days.

As of today I am better. I made myself allergic to alcohol and I haven't beat myself up in 5 months I think. (hurray!) it was replaced with anxiety,a bit of isolation and as all the tests says, I have an eating disorder (i just call it dieting). My emergency room visits have lessen with it thou so I see that as an improvement..

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everyone has some sort of weirdness, mine just isn't mainstream