The other day was the 20th anniversary of my mental health issues starting. I was 13 and I had a rough few years. I got my **** together when I was 18 and I've only been in the hospital once since 2009.
I'm having dinner with my uncle and aunt tommorow. I hope they don't prod me about whats going on. My aunt knows. I just don't want to deal/talk about it.
I've been fine today. I'm totally off the Topamax now and I haven't had an issue being off it. Actually a lot of things have improved including odd things like I'm not doing much retail therapy.
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