Like... at first all the weird shit I just dismissed as being crazy - then to realize there is truth in the weird shit and I didn't even have to be insane to begin with if someone just explained shit to me. Like when I was assualted, I blacked it out and TRULY didn't know, remember or put the peices together (just dismissed it as crazy). I didn't know my case was dismissed and expunged due to the fact of the rape evidence and I was running for my life. I just thought because of my mental health condiion, and record, and it would've ruined my career and entire life if convicted. I thought it was just mercy. Like somehow in waking up since I get it now. I get it all... but now I truly have a brain condition that is bipolar 1 and PTSD as a result. I wasn't even on meds until the myrtle beach incident. If my doctor just broke it down to me I would've saved myself a lot of humiliation screaming it every where since. I can't think of one thing that was fun about breaking or being crazy for real. NOT ONE!
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Looking back, stealing that car running... I did turn into a mother fucking ninja so I can be more confident if shit pops off in this world or country that my sister won't have to kill me for being the weakest link. (inside joke - my sister GI Jane). If that's what they refer to when they say you think you are a good in mania 1. HARDLY assholes... it's the scariest most humiliating process you can EVER imagine.
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