Let's see...

About 13: it all began with explosive anger and rambling, agitation and pacing, racing thoughts and confusion. The episode was relatively short, but very intense.

14: the delusions began with a lil thought broadcasting.

High school: was mostly filled with mixed episodes and depression.

15: I ask my mom, who has a Masters degree in psychology, to go see a professional about everything going on in my head. She tells me I'm "fine" and drops the subject entirely.

But the delusions returned at about

17: I thought government scientists were out to steal my DNA. I began collecting my hair and keeping it in a plastic container in my room.

18-19: I don't remember much, but there was a lot of agitation and a few mixed scenarios.

19: A horrific mixed episode with the added stress of telling my very Catholic family that I have do not believe in their god causes a mental breakdown, complete with psychosis. Should have gone to the hospital for this one, but my friends thought they could make me feel better on their own. They didn't.

20: Lots of self-medicating as this was a year of intense mixed episodes and dysphoric mania. Alcohol, painkillers, marijuana. I needed things to slow me down.
In June of this year, about a year after my breakdown, I went manic and enlisted in the military in an attempt to better my life. I was undiagnosed at this time so yeah. (Eventually got out of it, which is good, I guess.)

Then things really started getting fun.

Late 20-21: My issues became so much worse due to the addition of a friend and my dad's issues being added to mine. I felt it was my job to look out for them, without first looking out for myself and this led to a lot of agitated depression.

21: My best friend attempts suicide for the third time and this time, I just break. I become incredibly depressed and decide to stop focusing on other people. Time to focus on my own issues. So, naturally, I increase my alcohol intake.
In January of 2007, I am drunk and standing in a kitchen at 2/3am holding a butcher knife that I intend to plunge into my heart. All the alcohol-induced depression has made everything too much to take. But, thanks to racing thoughts and the indecision which comes with it, I couldn't kill myself.
After that trip (as we were on a trip when I took the knife to myself) I quit drinking for a month to see how things would be but started right back up again once the month was over.

22: I finally realize that the alcohol isn't helping anything so I decide to stop drinking. I move back in with my parents and fall into one of the deepest lethargic depressions I have ever experienced. Additionally fueled by alcohol withdrawals, this depression takes a lot out of me.

23: Mania and psychosis return with a vengeance as I spend months staying up all night, paranoid. At the peak I am holding a knife and shaking in an attempt to ward off whoever the hell was coming for me.

23-27: These years were actually pretty good. Sure, I still battled the disease from time to time, I had taken up a new hobby which helped a lot - exercise. I got in shape and stuff, but was still very far from having my life together. I just can't remember anything huge happening between these years.

27: One night, I go to bed depressed. The next morning I wake up around 3am manic as hell. In the next 2.5-3 weeks I write a book and half of another book. Then I crash.

28: The final straw: snapping at my grandma during an episode of agitated depression. A few months later my cousin would tell me about a free clinic that specializes in mental health and so I finally get in to see a professional.

29-30: Been on meds since 28. Have evened out since first starting them. My episodes are now more like bumps and dips. I have enrolled in a certificate program for exercise instruction but, ironically enough, the adjustment to the meds made me so lethargic that I have barely exercised at all in the last year.

What does the future hold? Who knows. But this is where I am at today.