Well, its happened again. Today I was released from the hospital after another suicide attempt. It wasn't so bad this time.  I didnt even pass out this time. I was awake for the entire experience.
  I was moved to The Center for Behavioral Health at the  hospital. I stayed there 1week. While there I met Doctor O.He gave me a test and has finally diagnosed me officially as being Bipolar stage 2. He has changed my meds to ones that he thinks will work better.
 I think I've been pretty well put together. But really, on the inside, I've felt like crying so bad. Bryan has told me many times in the past that he would not put up with another suicide attempt. This is the 3rd one.  Maybe he should be with a nice normal girl. And I should just be alone forever.  I'm so confused right now.