I'm just a 27 year old man that happens to be mentally ill. I'm more than my diagnoses. The negatives will always be there (substance abuse, mood swings, psychotic breaks, fistfights, suicide, impulsivity, list goes on). But there's also positive things in me, and the few people that are close to me keep reassuring me that. Turns out I can be extremely &amp; genuinely responsible, compassionate, fearless and caring if I keep my shit together. The few people I love, I'd give my life for them and it turns out that means something to normal people. 

It's my duty to seek stability, accept the negatives as they come and try to bring up the positives in me. What I love the most, after finding a period of stability in life, I realize I'm blinded by fearless stupidity. All those years of being on a constant state of near-death (suicide, overdoses and substance abuse) made me not fear shit. I give no fucks. With this newfound confidence I feel extremely great. 

That's it. One day at a time for me.