I first suspected I was crazy when I was 15

Didn't know the name of my crazy until 10yrs later when I was dxd, as my parents chose the path of denial.

I'm not quite surrre how I ended up in a pdocs office, something to do with depression, rage, voices screaming at me, me having *****fits at work, and my bf reminding me he's been telling me since HS to get help and that I'm old enough to do so for myself now...

The details are fuzzy (thank you frucking lithium) but I do remember crying for weeks, ripping out some of my hair and arguing with voices out loud. My GP labelled me clinically depressed as I had just lost my dad and brother in short succession, but his pills ramped me up and had me singing, dancing and bouncing off the walls of the office in like 3 days...

Met with pdoc a bit later and after going through my history in minute graphic detail (as my memory was still stellar at the time also him reading my journal didn't hurt,) he slapped me with a bipolar dx as my experience wasn't purely grief related, although it did bring out the worst of the monster.

So that's the gist of it I guess...

Wow, nice to know I remember more than I thought I could recall when starting this reply