So to make this short and sweet, this Sunday marked three months since my last suicide attempt. I ended up in the hospital and then I was sent to psych ward and then... another psych ward. I am still hospitalised atm but I just saw what day it was and reflected on it all. Getting help is hard af but I am getting better at it. I was denying there was something wrong with me for so many years (since I was 11 - so soon to be 7 years to be exact) and I can't believe things are finally getting better. I got a diagnosis - schizoaffective - we are trying to figure out meds and I am feeling the best I felt in years and it isn't another mania outbreak. I hope that everyone here gets better too - I just wanted to share this little thing that made me happy today.