I had severe anxiety for as long as i can remember. I used to be terrified of storms, bridges, elevators, tunnels, etc. Anything I thought could kill me and my family. I've always been different at school too. Bullied, ignored, all that. I didn't get any treatment until after my dad died in fifth grade. Even the my mom was too depressed to be able to take me so i stopped going to therapy. Didn't go back till i became suicidal at 13.

Now i've been scoffing at my dx of BP2 for years and only recently have I begun to think there.might be some truth to that....