I was always the normal one. Everyone said so. "You're so lucky, you're the normal one". Being raised by a druggy that went to prison for child rape while my mother chased bands, my elder sister was bipolar and had PTSD, my little brother is autistic. My sister had her mental break at 21 and now has schizophrenia. My little brother is in his senior year of high school and about to be held back for the third time. I'm married with three kids now, she's in and out of mental institutions, he's working on his IEP to go to an alternative school next year. I've been very depressed lately. Constantly fighting with my husband, no sex drive, can't sleep, yelling at my kids, panic attacks when I go in public, too tired to do anything, I just haven't been myself. I thought it was postpartum depression, third child isn't quite three months old, so I went to a psychologist. PTSD, Manic Depression(bipolar), and Severe Panic Disorder. The normal one? Funny. I'm so scared. I remember my sister's bipolar problems. I don't want my babies around that. And bipolar doesn't just go away. Drugs and counseling sure did my sister a lot of good. She's completely lost her mind now. I really hate this world so much. First you give three children to a child molester and leave them there until he goes to prison for raping a good, then you take my amazing baby brother and let some stupid children seriously hurt him repeatedly because he's different, then you take my genius sister's sanity, and then my last happiness? FUCK THIS WORLD! I'M NOT LOSING THIS FUCKING TIME! I'M BEATING THIS! FOR MY BABIES, FOR MY HUSBAND, AND FOR MYSELF! Sorry, TMI for Facebook but had to get it off my chest.