When I was 12 years old I taught myself to be bulimic. I totally did it because the other girls I knew were doing it and I wanted nothing more than to fit in. I was starving for affection...and eventually...I was just starving.

When I was 13 years old I had my first suicide attempt and that's when I was diagnosed as having Bipolar Disorder.

There was no time for them to develop a history on me, no one took the time to examine why a 13 year old girl with a loving mom, a home, food, and everything like that would attempt to die.

I'm angry that no one asked why, I'm angry that I never protested against it. But then again, I was only 13 and I had no idea that this single event in my life would change everything so drastically.

I am now on the road of recovering from the years between 13-22. I'm turning 24 in less than a month and I feel great. I feel amazing, I feel healed and whole but now there is this huge issue looming in front of me.

My life, feels like it was never mine.

You cannot...although they do, give a young adolescent a title and not expect them to grow into it. You know in Disneyland they have these plastic contraptions, shaped like Mickey's heads...they grow vegetables in them so that when they slice cucumbers for the Disney land Salads, they're shaped like Mickey...no one is suprised. But when you do that to people and give them labels when they're growing..why are we suprised when they grow into them?