Sorry I'm NOT Sorry.

I'm turning 28 this year......which freaks me out a tad mainly because I'm almost 30 and my life is a disaster. Literally...my closet and its lack of organization frightens me. I still feel very much like a child....which makes me worried because by now I should be able to care for a child...not still be one myself. I can no longer say " Oh I'm in my early 20's " and be able to get away with it..... bitch get real. You are in your LATE 20's. TV shows like Dawson's Creek (yeah I watched it), Friends, and Sex & The City made your late 20's seem soooooo glamorous and put together. I'm pretty sure I am still the Captain of the Hot Mess Express. I started freaking out thinking of all the places I have yet to go and all the shit I have yet to do. Looking back at the last 27 years....I wasn't too sure what I had accomplished. I started comparing myself to my friends and family (you know you do it too..... stop judging me). Peop...

So as I mentioned in one of my first blogs, I have Bipolar Disorder. For me, having lived with this condition for over 8 years now and it being such an everyday part of my life, I tend to forget I even have it. Shortly after being diagnosed I remember feeling so ashamed of my diagnosis. I was so afraid people would be able to look at me and just know.....like I was running around with some sort of label on my forehead for all to see. I remember I used to cry and blame God for the shitty cards I had been dealt. I would think of myself as some sort of cripple or victim....someone who has had their life stolen from them. I was 19 when I was diagnosed. A sophomore at Cal State Fullerton. Newest member of the Delta Zeta Beta Psi pledge class. I was young, wild and free. I didn't have time to deal with doctors, medication, blood work. I wasn't ready for my entire life to change so quickly and so drastically.  I had heard the negative portrayal of people with Bipolar Disorder...