My bipolar began young, I remember having symptoms as young as 5, although not diagnosed until 16. Both my parents suffer from from the disorder. I was damned from the start in having it. The disease killed my mom, and also killed any relationship between me and my father. I have spent years trying to hide it as to not be seen as a horrible monster my mother was viewed as. Once I was in high school I received the diagnosis and had to complete school online. Now I am just trying to be survivor and have the disease, not suffer from it.