My name is Megan. I’m 22 years old. I’ve been living with Bipolar 2 disorder for ten years. I was raised by a young and

I was already suicidal before I became mentally unstable. I was nine years old, when I began to develop a fascination for death and suicide.

To be a nurse is a noble job, but there are not many good opportunities for practicing nurses in the Philippines, and because of this,

I welcomed 2016 with a nervous breakdown. The household was quiet on the third day of 2016, as it should be at four in the

As I write this, there are some apprehensions going through my mind: What would my friends say? Things might get awkward. People might think I