For a long time, I was very angry and I am at certain times. I was handed this death sentence by an irresponsible psychiatrist who threw pills at me to get me out of his office when I broke down crying during my first session. I took them without question and it led to years and years of hospitals, pills and a life of Hell that I never signed up for or ever experienced before.

Now, it's more about just living with the diagnosis and trying to find as much normalcy as I can. There is honestly nothing I can do about it - just try and deal with it as best as I can.