I was born bipolar and the other thing. I lived undiagnosed for 44 years. I've only been diagnosed and medicated for 3 years.

I lived the classic beeper life, ready to die out of luck. I've had multiple serious relationships. Tons of drugs and alcohol to put me out of my misery. I figured that I'd be dead by now. I've seen various judges through the years from citations that ranked from parking to manufacturing to feed my needs.

Now on meds with clarity, I feel that my illness stole my entire life. I know, coulda woulda shoulda, but in the grips of insanity because of MI, like I really had some choice in the matter. I felt that I was robbed of a life and there are no do-overs. Just that thought in itself is depressing enough.

Sure, I got tomorrow, don't patronize me. What tomorrow means is I just got to deal with what I am today because of my past. I'm good with that because this is where my life has brought me. It's just that little 3% that has a problem with it. I just feel robbed because of this illness. Bravo to you young ones that are getting the help required at a young age. I was screwed from the beginning because nobody cared, and they still don't. I'm borderline caring...myself.

I know there are no guarantees, but hey, such is life. Whatever.