Hey Hun, I'm sorry that was how it happened. I'm sorry about you losing your dog, too. MI is a b**ch that robs every bit of life out of living. There is usually no warnings till it has done it's worse.

Thank you for your story, it's a great example how MI can destroy a promising life in such a short time.

My story is that I never had a chance. I was ruined before I even started. My condition was instilled long before I started school. I barely finished school even though I was in the top quarter of my class. I've drifted and lived day to day doing whatever. I didn't know I was MI till I was 43 when I started getting treated. Essentially, I drifted from bed to bed, town to town as an alcoholic/addict not caring if I lived or died.

Today, I'm in the midst of my 4th separation to divorce and managing to barely work. It is what it is, and this is how it ever was. It's not hard to miss something that you never had. Life has always been a struggle, nothing new here.

I hope that things get better for you. It may look bleak right now, but with treatment, things can get better.