New member of the worlds bipolar family

Two days ago I finally opened up to my mom. I told her about being bullied, crying myself to sleep, writing letters to the sister I don't have and so on. I told her I would do anything for someoneto talk to, a psychiatrist. I told her that I would pay it all myself. I also told her that I felt like my childhood as been without love or caring. That no one loved me. She got tears in her eyes, but didn't cry. I was sitting on the couch sipping like a baby with my mascara flooding under my eyes. I told her about the neighbor boys throwing rocks at me everyday after school at my bus stop. That I cried every time I came home from school and no one was home from work. I had bruises all over my body. The bullying part happened mostly at the old place where we used to live though. I still get breakdowns. Anyone caring enough to hear my story?...