I had been struggling with anxiety and depression starting in my teenage years. After I was diagnosed, I checked out. My mother took over, it wasn't until I was older when I came to struggles with accepting it. I was embarrassed, didn't tell friends. After an incident, I had a moment where I just cried and cried. I wanted to know why me? Why do I have to feel this way? It takes daily work to remember this is something that will be with me the rest of my life.