Hello everyone! This is my second introductory post. Forgive me in advance if that's not allowed, but I figured that since it's been so long since my last post here and that my contributions to the forum were minimal, I'd make a second one.
First off I would like to apologize for the incredibly bitter, misanthropic language I used during my first stint on this forum (early 2016). These rantings were akin to an angsty teenager who had his Linkin Park CDs taken away from them, and contradict my worldview and values.
I was at an incredibly dark point in my life, failing miserably at a commuter school whose commute was almost literally killing me, suffering through contact with an incredibly abusive, manipulative mother (who thankfully is now dead), and had no social life to speak of. And while I have endured further struggles since that period, I'd like to think that my life is objectively better than it was then (or even at this time last year).
I'm 23 years old and currently a "super senior" in college. I have documented diagnoses of Asperger's syndrome, major depressive disorder, PTSD, and was misdiagnosed with Bipolar I "with psychotic features" after a nervous breakdown in August of last year. Needless to say, I'm not a psychopath, although I fully admit to having mental health struggles like all of us here. I now realize that a good portion of my trauma results from me being the victim of psychiatric malpractice, on top of child abuse and family issues.
Finally, and perhaps most excitingly, I have a partner who I've been with for six months now, after six years single. We're madly in love with one another, and every time I hold hands with him or kiss him, I imagine how it would annoy my mom. As he words it, I'm "living my best life". Even though the country may be descending into a totalitarian hellscape, I want to carve out my own little slice of Paradise with him.
If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask them here. Take care!