A good question. The life I had before psychiatric intervention was a fun 4 years of high school. Sure, I'd love to be back there for a day or two. Mostly, I miss the friendships and how close we were. I feel incredibly lucky to have had my high school years turn out to be such a breeze; I believe that I spent most of those 4 years on a nice hypomanic/manic high. Prior to high school and immediately following high school I had severe issues with depression, anxiety, and anger.


As much as I hate to accept it, medication gave me a life. It took away the looming shadows that fell over every aspect of my life.


At this time in my life the biggest challenge medication presents is that I feel so tried and half-sick from it all the time. The side-effects of weight gain, imbalance when I move, and so on.

What I had hoped my life would be? Hoped, no. Pretty much expected, yes.