About seventeen years ago, my life began. The first five years of it were marginally uneventful, passing by with next to no incident. During the sixth and beyond however, I began showing signs of developmental challenge, and with them came the onslaught of trial medications. Far from alleviating my enigmatic problems, they only exacerbated them, treating disordered I did not have. A few years ago, I was diagnosed with bipolar mania and found a set of medicines that has now lulled me into fairly successful equilibrium. Recreation has also played a pivotal role in quelling the rage of my disorder.
