All my life I knew I was different but when I was growing up children didn't have mental illness. I was viewed as a problem child and a rebellious teenager.  I went through years and years of highs and lows thinking this was the way life was supposed to be.  It wasn't until about seven years ago after an unsuccessful suicide attempt that somebody put a name to what was wrong with me.  Bi-polar, manic depression whatever the name it finally explained what was going on.  After trial and error I was put on the right medication and I went to our local CSB and got the support and help I needed.  Now I am 68 years old and I am finally able to lead a full and productive life.  After all these years I am truly happy and helping others.  I am a Peer Support Specialist, a WRAP facilitator,  I am involved in several mental health groups and I am employed by the state  mental health hospital in my area.  If anyone had told me eight years ago that I would be leading the life I am leading I never would have believed them.  All of a sudden at my age I realize I have a future and every day I look forward to getting up knowing that I have another chance to make a difference in someone else's life.