I have bipolar disorder. After years of struggling to find an appropriate diagnosis, years of misleading, suggested, and “not otherwise specified” attempts to pin down what was “wrong” with me,…
The first day of my last semester of college. I had just sat down in my third class of the day, Criminology. My professor was giving an introduction to the…
Six years ago, I was a resident in an all-girls intensive residential program through the Department of Mental Health. It was a locked program with hefty security measures. Intricate rules…