In and out of treatments for behaviour problems at 8 and 9, though I first was suicidal at 7 and had said so. Hospitalized at 17 for a month with no plan for treatment after and no diagnosis. I had made a lot of silent attempts by then. Diagnosed depressed at 22, antidepressants. No therapy. Partial hospital shortly after, depression only. 24 dx depression and ADHD. Antidepressants and amphetamines and various benzos for sleep. Stayed in this course of treatment until 30, after full crash and a week of unnoticed and unshared attempts. DX bipolar on leaving the hospital. Been in treatment medically ever since and therapy off and on, but solid therapy for almost 15 full months! Kind of proud of staying in therapy. I have a GREAT T now, and even though he makes me anxious and cry we work through the why of it all. It's really my emotions coming to the surface in a safe environment.
Crikey, I could own a nice Porsche for all this money spent! I'd rather own me. Cars come and go. I'm stuck with me forever. Here's an acceptable joke...
Is there a Porsche that isn't nice to own? 944, 924, or any slant nose I suppose. They aren't a proper Porsche.