I grew up with this hazy cloud that something was wrong with me, and that was only perpetuated by the cloak and dagger my family performed to hide that my father has Type 1 Bi-Polar.
I think my parents wanted to hide and hope that it had passed me by, but that was not the case.I struggled through high-school with motivation and drive, and I had my ups and downs which mostly came through in life-changing events, such as when my friend Kaed died by suicide in my junior year.
That was a bunch of firsts for me, first suicide where I knew the victim, first death of a friend, first funeral where I went alone.
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