I was born on February 21st, 1980. With the gift of life I was also given a gift from God. I was born with a disorder called Bipolar II. I was fortunate to make it into my mid twenties before I was really effected by the disorder. Don't get me wrong, I did struggle in the early years and throughout my teens, but I was not crippled by it. I just always felt a little different, a little odd, a little confused as to who I was. I remember the day I was officially diagnosed. I had recently attempted suicide and was released from the hospital with the promise to seek psychological help. I was required to take a mental health evaluation upon my first visit and it took no time at all for the psychiatrist to determine that I indeed did have bipolar. It would be almost ten years later that I would be diagnosed with Bipolar II. The news terrified me. I was 22 and a single mom of a 5 year-old son. I didn't have time to deal with this...