Ever since I can remember, I thought I was the most special person in the world chosen by god. I had even been an angel. My imaginary friends were angels. I was psychic too.

When I came an adult, I was still psychic and could see things out of nowhere in my head that I could not control.

I had a baby and lost the second one. Had post partum depression but I was misdiagnosed. I actually had post partum psychosis. I thought my first born was evil. I then got put in an antidepressant....oops yeah....sex beale my number one thing in the marriage, I was psychic, acted on impulse quitting jobs and school, going to Florida last minute. I put myself in risky situations. I then got pregnant during a 1 week separation with my husband.

I still believed I was psychic and had a chosen purpose for the end of the world, racing thoughts, hypersexuality, act on impulse, couldn't concentrate, talk to spirits, delusional even.

As time went on it got worse....I became a stripper for two months during a mania, I would separate during those mania after I had put myself in unfaithful situations...

I was tired of the same cycle...over and over...so I tried to get help. I was diagnosed bipolar...but I had another episode and I wasn't with husband again....I got on more meds and it started working for me where I then got diagnosed schitzoaffective disoreder...

My biggest issues were thinking I was psychic, chosen for the end of the world, talk to spirits, very very delusional....

There could probably be more, but I'm gonna stop here...

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