Secret Truths: I Must Confess

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I am about to reach the golden age of 32, and I have no clue how to make it another 32 more years. All I know is that I must let these demons out that are consuming me, so I’ll put it on a page. 
I am diagnosed with Bipolar Type 1. I think the number of people that know that about me can be counted on less than my twenty fingers and toes. 
I have also been sexually abused, by two different people. Would that be a “me two too” statement I would give? Even less know that, especially the one that took place when I was a child. The incident in Clemson, 11/7/2015, where I was drugged, I have no clue who knows and doesn’t know what happened that horrible night. PTSD consumed me whole for a second time after that. 
I wish these were the only war zones in my life. I’ve struggled with an ongoing eating disorder, addiction, physical health problems, a sick and disabled mother, and the mental health side of it all is crippling. Add Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), anxiety disorder, hypothyroidism, and a little extra crazy passed down from the family bloodlines, and the result is one warped reality. Now my brain feels as if there are a dozen rowdy reality stars raising hell up in there at one time. 
Oh yeah, did I mention I’m gay? Bring it all together, plus the normal odds and ends of life, and the result is crushing. It’s time to unfold this mess so I can sort it all out. If you would like, you can join me on that journey.