I'm not comfortable sharing my name given that I am a social worker, but hi I'm 32 and I'm nuts. ! I was diagnosed with bipolar II disorder when I was 13 but it wasn't taken seriously in my home. I lost my virginity from a stranger rape when I was 17 and did not seek help or receive my PTSD diagnosis until my late 20s. I functioned well enough to graduate with high honors for a B.S. in Psychology. I'm working towards getting stable so I can apply to graduate school and make it through without losing my mind.

I'm very frustrated with the reactions of people in my life to my disorder, who don't have a clue what I struggle with or why I seem to be a different person all the time. I've gotten to a point where I no longer tell people and hide when I'm having symptoms by making excuses for not being able to hang out. Dating is damn near impossible and my 4th relationship is now falling apart, which is why I usually avoid them. I thought this one was different, but he turned about to be just as uncaring and incapable of seeing the world through my eyes. Now my whole life is being uprooted and the uncertainty has me stressed beyond belief.