Just something positive/hopefully motivational:

Today is the two year anniversary of my diagnosis. Words can't really describe how far I've come since finding out what it is exactly that I'm fighting, but I'll try anyway.

Two years ago, I wanted to die. I would hurt myself frequently, couldn't bring myself to do any of the things I loved/excelled at, and was in a toxic, failing relationship. I continued wanting to die for a long time after that, amidst ER visits, new prescriptions, a hiatus from school, and therapy. I continued wanting to die until some days, I didn't. Those days became more common, the things I learned in therapy made more and more sense, I went back to school, I cut ties with toxic people and surrounded myself with people who love me. The medication leveled my moods while therapy helped me to better understand the ways my brain was working against me. Slowly but surely, I became stronger than the little girl who so recklessly assumed dominion over my mind's control room. I silently forgave my father and all the people who hurt me. I learned to breathe deeply and let go of things that I can't control and things that don't matter in the grand scheme. I learned how to be happy and to find joy in any moment, even when things don't seem to go my way. I'm mostly on my own. I don't depend on anyone for happiness, and my future is mine to shape into whatever I want it to be.

It's a constant effort but I have overcome. This Christmas will be the first one in many years that I'm genuinely excited for... I've already finished most of my shopping! Lol 

I just wanted to say that this disorder doesn't have to steal your happiness, your passion, your drive. Tell the little devil who's set up shop in your control room that YOU'RE in charge, and kick her the hell out.

Much love &lt;3