I was recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder 6 months ago, and it has been the hardest months of my life. I’ve been doing therapy, seeing psychiatrist, and even getting medication but I still don’t feel any better. My panic attacks are getting worse but the depression isn’t as severe but the suicidal thoughts are. I feel so alone and crazy. I tried to tell my mom that, and she barley even listed to me and said “have you ever thought about committing yourself to a hospital”. I just wanted to be heard, listened to, and told everything was gonna be okay. That’s literally all she said, I got up and walked away but cried my eyes out on the floor because she just proved me right. They do think I’m crazy.. like am I? I just wanna be like everyone else, why is god or whoever is up there making it so hard for me to be happy. It just feels like I can’t breathe and I’ll never be happy, sometimes I do wanna go through with it and off myself. There has to be something better out there than the life I am living..