Our family suffers from a hereditary condition called, generally, mental illness. Specifically, multiple family members in successive generations have suffered from either bipolar disorder or schizophrenia.

My three obsessions are mental illness, horror and religion.

Psychosis can happen out of the blue, to anyone, and no one knows why. Not even the best doctors on the planet.

And that’s why Mom is always so afraid. If we don’t know what made me sick in the first place, how can anyone guarantee I won’t flip out again?

My psychiatrist said I had charisma so at least I'm certified

I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.

I've accepted the fact I have mental illness but when my imaginary friends start calling me crazy that's where I draw the line