I so understand the frustration of Do I have to take medication to control myself and fit in? Well, apparently we do. And honestly, sometimes I look back on certain events and thank my lucky stars things turned out okay. For example, that time I was in Manhattan I was flying, so manic...yes, shoplifting but also walked fifteen miles through the city overnight, dressed provocatively. I picked up some guy and bright him to the hostel where I was staying. Some scary stuff that I was seriously fortunate to put behind me.
There are many times when it hits me that yes: I am mentally ill. How can it be, how can it be...but it is.
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