At the age of 19 mania led me to cannabis abuse to psychosis, followed by hospitalization, months later with all the meds and treatment wasn't able to finish high school. Manic episodes continued after I got off meds. Interesting enough, I was able to rebound and get a bachelor's degree even launch a career after that. Then, guess what, another manic episode led me to cannabis abuse again and it triggered another long lasting psychosis, in which I unfortunately wasn't hospitalized, but "lived" it out instead, destroying everything I've been building up and I even changed my country of residency on that trip, until the depression stage started and took away the rest. I became very dependent on my surroundings, I don't even know what I'm doing most of the time, have a hard time telling right from wrong, it's traumatizing. My environment has been good and forgiving to me so far, but I never know where all this is going. I just want to be taken care of meanwhile, I became very lazy, almost useless. I think my brain took a real hit this time, or maybe it's the heat in that new country. I don't know, I just live moment to moment hoping things will turn out ok eventually. I don't wanna be homeless and I don't wanna live through agony that makes me want to ctb, but it does come back over again. Bipolar is no joke, I do understand how it ruins so many lives. Most of all I want to be normal again. I have hopes for the future, as long as they're people willing to take care of me, otherwise I'm truly lost and hopeless.