At twenty-four, I was hitting the peak of my young adult life. I was a college grad enjoying marriage and working my dream job as the graphic designer for a small business in sunny Central Florida. Yes, I was living with bipolar I, diagnosed at the tender age of sixteen, but I had come a long way from my three-week stay in the juvenile psych ward… Read more at OC87RecoveryDiaries.com.

 

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