I knew there was something different about me since I could walk, and I had been dealing with the fallout of being an outcast in a world that celebrated “normal” my whole life. I’d destroyed relationships along the way and sabotaged every career I’d every had with the help of my nasty little mental illness. I’d talked myself out of success so many times I now longer had fingers to count on.
On the one hand, fate saw fit to give me a severe mental illness that manifested early in life, but put me in a situation where no one would understand what was wrong with me. I grew up in a religious household so strict, so utterly brainwashed by religion, that if one of us were to stray, we would be shunned by the community and the very family that was supposed to be protecting us.