My name is Lucy and I am a 20 year old Female.

I'm 20 and a Nursing student. I'm going into psychiatric nursing actually. The diagnosis of bipolar was a bit hard for me to swallow. The doctors kept asking how I didn't notice that there was anything wrong with me. But if it's something you've done your whole life, you have nothing to compare it to. So I was in a state of disbelief. I didn't want to think that me the one who is supposed to be helping people needed help. But once it set in, I realized that there was nothing I could do to change what had happened. My family has been very supportive, when I'm staying in my dorm when I feel bad I can call my mother at any point in time, weather it's 3 in the morning or 9 at night. If I need her she's there. But my brother treats me as if I'm a head case. and sometimes they annoy me because when something bad happens they think that I'm going to hurt myself so they call my cell phone and check to see if I'm okay 20 thousand times. As a sufferer I think just talking to someone who understands and who listens is the most effective treatment, along with regular medication and doctors Visits. I've been harming myself since I was a freshmen in high school, that has to be like 6 years now. 

My email is: Lucyleary420@aol.com