I was first diagnosed when I was about 4 or 5. I don’t remember this, but my parents had to take me to a shrink because I said I wanted to kill myself. I’ve just been doing my best ever since, sometimes with meds, sometimes without. Growing up my parents reacted very badly to my being sad, so I learned to hide it. Very few people know about my condition, or how bad it sometimes gets. Recently I’ve been learning to talk about it, and accept that it doesn’t make me weak or ungrateful to admit that I feel like shit sometimes. I think this will help.