So, I'm 17 and I'll just give you a brief summary of the events leading up to my current mental status. In 7th grade, I first realized that I wasn't like most of my friends. I didn't really talk about my feelings to them or anything, and it took a toll on my. I started cutting and it seemed to help temporarily. I was in a deep depression through summer and into 8th grade. In the middle of 8th grade, I became friends with my current best friend. She and I were a lot alike. We told each other everything and I finally felt like I was no longer alone. For a few months, we didn't talk because we had gotten into a fight. During that time, I used social media to seek out replacement friends. I used to tell this guy named Tommy from a neighboring town about everything in my life. Looking back on it, I think I just did it for attention. I just wanted somebody to be there for me.. because my Nparents never were. Freshman year, I thought things would get better..  but they didn't. I attempted suicide twice, and was in a dark place. Summer went by, and I started 10th grade. I finally started to push the negative thoughts aside, and was finally happy. In January, my old best friend and I reconnected, and I felt like we had never stopped being friends because we still had our strong bond. We would go to parties, smoke pot, drink... your typical teenage experimentation. Well, in February a different friend of mine told my parents I was suicidal. They made me go to a psychologist and I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. My friend who I had reconnected with was sent to FL in April to live with her grandma. I impulsively tried to drive from WI to FL to get her. I ended up getting tricked into turning myself in at a small town police station in Illinois. I was diagnosed with adhd and an impulse control disorder at that time. I am just finishing my junior year, and have taken a step back and looked at my life as a whole. I am very happy with the progress that I have made, but I also noticed that I have severe mood swings and tend to push others away from me by making scenarios up in my head. There is so much more that I could tell you but I don't want this to turn into a novel. In your opinion, do you think there could still be an untreated mental illness within me?