I've been impulsive, suicidal, paranoid, and hypersexual since I was nine. On top of this, I had multiple chronic health conditions and an abusive childhood.

It's been a very long, very hard road and I wasn't expecting to life past 30. Somehow, I managed to hang on long enough to get diagnosed at 32.

Medication and therapy have lifted so any burdens, which was more I ever could have asked for. I was a creative person robbed of the ability to create. Medication has given that back to me. My dream of writing stories has become a reality. I've managed to get a short story accepted, which makes me an author as well as a writer.

I guess I'm just thankful. I don't dwell too much on what I don't have, because there is so much I do have.