For years I knew something was wrong with me. I was diagnosed after an 8 day stay in a mental hospital.

I remember calling my ex wife and telling her to come and remove me from this hospital. I told her that the other patients I shared the floor with were crazy, but nooooo not me. I felt awful later on for saying that after I got to know the others. I was in denial, even though I was off the chain.

There's good time and bad times, but these are the cards I have been dealt with and I have to play them. Sometimes I get a winning hand, and sometimes I get a real loser.

You will adjust over time. This illness doesn't define who you are as a person, and it doesn't make you a failure.