O nce upon a crazy time called Childhood, I had expectations for growing up. I wanted to be an artist, or a nurse, or heck even a vet. My ideas changed over the years like most kids' do. The one thing that stayed consistent was my love of art. But over the years my dreams and aspirations have been jarred and forced to change. Because I'm not "normal." Not many people really understand mental disorders. Even the people with them "just don't get it." I know I'm guilty of this. I have multiple disorders and issues and I don't understand the majority because I have yet to read up and try. Don't get me wrong, I do read and do my research. My most prevalent is currently being labeled as 'bipolar disorder.' I know something is wrong with me, but most doctors that know MKs, or think they do, chalk it up to MKs just being MKs. Emotional imbalance? You probably just experienced a lot of moving growing up. No big deal. Therapy can take care of...
