Come, sit around this figurative campfire and listen to my tale of triumphs, and hardships. You know, I usually don't rant/complain publicly about my life. I feel as though I shouldn't bother people about my problems. The little voice in the back of my mind whispers "No, don't show them your weaknesses, than they'll have something to use against you." But, how convenient is this forum? A place to rant and rave about how poor and sad your life is. So I might as well start this "rant"... I guess it's not really a rant, to be honest. More of like..."Hey a place to type out stuff to make my emotions feel better" kind of thing. I was diagnosed with Impulse Control Disorder and ODD when I was thirteen years old. That was my first hospital visit. After they started me on pills I gained a lot of weight and it was a constant battle to try and find the right combination of pills to deal with my craziness. The second hospital visit was the next year in summer. Still more pills to shove down my throat, and more demons to face. Than the third hospital visit was because I cut my arm open with a kitchen knife and had to receive nine stitches. Than the fourth hospital visit was due to me overdosing on my medication because I was so traumatized that my father had laid a hand on me, especially when I had just overdosed on pills that night. The fifth and final hospital visit was in October. I was than diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, and Borderline Personality that visit. I thought after this time I would have the right combination of pills for a while...but man...these past few weeks, I feel like I'm just going to spiral again. I've finally gotten to a place where I can except taking my pills. Which I think is better off for me, since I'm looking at being on pills for the rest of my fucking life.. Man, I just need a fricking hug.