I’ve always been the kid who’s been left out. I’ve always had trouble making (and keeping) friends because I’m hard to understand. I’ve struggled with depression (or just feeling really sad when I was little) my whole life. I also sometimes act crazy for no reason. The past year or so, my depression got really bad. I didn’t know why I was depressed. I thought I was going mad. I self harmed myself and thought about suicide and death often. It was a very dark time. Then I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. It basically explained my entire life. I’ve had it at least since I was two, but they said it’s very likely that I’ve had it since birth. I haven’t cut in about a month, and that’s the longest it’s been in a long time. I’m on the road to recovery, I hope.