I know I was. I would sit there and tell myself the doctors, therapists, everyone is exaggerating and if they're not exaggerating, I must have been exaggerating. I was in a horrible place, but somehow I kept telling myself nope, no issues here, move along! It wasn't until I spent 2 weeks in the hospital and then had to follow up with a month in a residential facility that it really hit me. Like I tried to kill myself, but for some reason it just didn't register, I wasn't depressed, but I was manic and trying to hurt myself for fun. I can't even explain it. I wanted to cut my finger off for what I thought was god, to be a better person, and for fun.,