Ah, mine are very embarrassing. I can't believe I used to believe these things. In middle school (my bipolar set in around 7th grade) I believed I was pregnant with Jesus. I used to believe I could control water and air, and that there were monsters in the bathroom and that always followed me around. They threatened to kill me unless I sang in the shower constantly. It was ridiculous. Or that I was being followed all the time, or that all of my friends hated me, etc. I was in a really bad place a couple years ago, but since I've been getting help I've been feeling a lot better. Every day is still a struggle, but not as difficult as before. I'm scared of having another one, though. Because my boyfriend is a huge part of my life, and I actually left home to be with him. If my illness puts a strain on us, I don't know what I'll do. I start college in the spring. I have a new job. I can't fall apart again. Or if I do, I'll have to do it quietly.