Like most teenage girls, I struggled coping with my hormones.
Whenever I was sad, it felt like the end of the world, and when I was happy, I was absolutely euphoric.
There was rarely a middle ground, but most of my friends were like it, too.
Only, as we left school and grew up, my hormones never seemed to balance out.
Soon, it was clear that there was more to the situation.
So, getting in touch with a mental health specialist in 2004, at the age of 18, I was diagnosed with bipolar.
I was glad to have answers, but something told me there was more to it.
My hormones were as bad as ever, so I kept pushing.
It took six years, but eventually, I was diagnosed with borderline…