I just wish THEY all understood that an illness HAPPENS to someone. I did horrible things when I was manic, but I am not a horrible person. I feel like I need to change my name and move to somewhere no one knows.
My family hates me for what I did. I hurt people with my crazy mean words. I've been disowned. And my evil sister can say whatever lies about me that she wants because of what happened three years ago and my family will believe her. It seems like I'll always be the crazy one and never have any credibility again.