I was here. Been here since 1983. Things have not change much. Although I weigh 70lbs more then.
I was 21, just dumped my first boyfriend because he was awful, hearing voices but pretty sure that was a totally normal thing. Thought I was a demon but kept that on the DL. I was barely passing school and working three jobs to support my family. I thought things couldnāt get any worse, and I was wrong, but I also thought things couldnāt get any better and I was wrong about that, too. Since then, Iāve learned so much about who I am, and how to love myself. Iāve learned how to be a good friend and partner to the people I love. Iāve learned that I can keep on bouncing back, no matter how much work it takes, and that each relapse will be shorter and easier to recover from than the one before it.
10 years ago I was 24 years old and I got married.
17 years old going to high school. I was really depressed at the time.
We were 21 living with our 2 year old and my husband in military housing. We were always out with friends, drinking, going to clubs and trying to make our way in the world. We went to stay with my parents when my husband got deployed to Iraq. We were saving for a brand new bed and enough money to pay for when he got back. We then moved back to where we were stationed and we started having issues, or I was, at that time I was fixing to have my first psychotic break since getting married. It went on for years, and then I got pregnant with our second child and the biggest psychotic break happened, which was my second break. I became combative, stressed, angry because I couldnāt figure out what was wrong. I stopped talking to my friends, isolated us and held my husband hostage. The military got involved and they told me to leave so my husband could focus on work. I went to stay with my cousin for about 2 months, and was scheduled to be induced. My husband got to come see me and come get us and take us back home. His Sargent was down his throat about him leaving me because I was clearly ācrazyā. Who says that?!!!
He tried to separate us because he thought what my problem was domestic. When in reality I was sick and becoming more and more sick. Donāt ever rely on the military to help with Mental health, because they didnāt pick up on my sickness, they tried to push us to divorce. Horrible, horrible experience! Anyway, thatās what was going on 9-10 years ago. Glad thatās over.
10 Years ago, i was homeless, Psychotic - and frankly scared shitless going from one crisis to another. People using my vulnerability againest me, taking the piss and being totally victimised.
Getting accused of being a sex offender, by alchoholics and drug addicts in the last town - and been seriously bloody let down by Sussex police, the probation service, and mental health services.
I would go on - but i dont want pity. I fcking SUFFERED. And it was purely thru my own bloody self-will and determination that i got thru it.
I was living with my mother and have been a die hard battlefield player. I also was the first time in the military.
I think i had a job and lost my car. But 10 years ago its not even in my memory. It was 2009. My father was still alive. I had electro compulsive therapy in the meanwhile. I look after my happiness better since.
Another thing ā¦
In 2009 we aborted my son or daughter.
I was in trouble with the law.
I quit my job and burned through 2,500 dollars.
I was off my meds and went on a suicide mission attempting to start a life elsewhere (I thought I would be killed living here)
Bad terms with my folks.
Girlfriend was a bimbo.
Could not sleep.
Drinking every chance.
Staying in motels too paranoid to sleep in my apartment.
Eventually the swat team arrested me over something I had never done - I was on the newsā¦
I was underweight.
Bad times 
I had thought that my girlfriend was doing porno for some kind of drug Lord and he was kicking me out of this city and claiming her for witchcraft and every type of porn you can think of ā¦
Crazy. That was the first time I realized my mental illness needed to be treated ā¦
After meds Iām doing much better 
I was 20, with severe anorexia.
No friends at uni
āremission missionā, i like that
24, high, drunk, unmedicated, taking care of my grandmother with cancer and her own addiction issues.
Wasnāt a great period in my life
sorry to hear that @Ooorgle God bless you both
No worries dude, sheās gone to a better place, at peace now. And Iām sober, medicated, and in therapy, much healthier.
Wish she could see me now.
Thank you for the kind words.
Wishing you well!
Still married. Living out in the country on 6 acres. Had to leave my job after a major psychotic break.
I was married to Nancy ten years agoā¦some of the best days of my lifeā¦
I was in 7th grade, I had a few good close friends and wasnāt mentally ill, i played on a basketball team and nothing prepared me for what was to come
You stole my icon !!
Technically you stole his ā¦