I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 1993 at the age of eighteen. I was a teen mother with a six-month-old daughter whose father was physically abusive to me during the pregnancy and after she was born. As a result, I had a nervous breakdown. I was hospitalized for a month and put on medication, which I couldn’t swallow. Out of fear, I never told the doctor that I was being abused and returned to the same unstable, abusive environment. I moved around a lot first with my abusive ex, then without, until I moved with my daughter to live with my parents. After some time, I was kicked out of my parent’s house and was homeless—staying in shelters until I moved in with a church family, then a group home for the mentally ill. It was in those places that I started to get help and take care of myself again.