I have bipolar disorder and I just turned 16. I developed it early because my mother really had parental instincts and started taking 20 7.5mg of hydrocodone a day when her mother died. During that year and a half, she didn't come out of her room at all. The door was always locked and my step dad was the one alowed in my moms room. We lived in a trailer park right beside some train tracks I had two friends hit by a train that year. My mother never worked and my stepdad only made enough for bills. So my brother and I only got to eat at school that whole year and a half. I weighed 80 pounds at 13 and walked avoided my house as much as possible I would get home at like 1 or 2 go to bed, get up and walk to my bus stop, go to school, eat my school lunch along with my friends left overs and undesirables, get on the bus, walk home, put my book bag on the porch, know on my mom's window and tell her I love her through her fan (that was the only way I could talk to her) , walk to David's house (an unhealthy relationship) walk home really late, repeat. Only one day I passed out in my first block. I woke up in the nurses office and they said they couldn't find my mom. I told them they had to go to the side of the house and talk to her so they drove there and brought my mom over to the school in the nurses office. My mom lied and said I had been sick but I think it was obvious to them that I was just extremely lacking nutrition. Because from then on they called my dad (who lived two hours away) and he would make a pizza at his house and bring it to me. For a while I stole my mom's food stamp card to get food, but when the school year ended I decided to move in with my dad. While I was with my dad I felt very uncomfortable because they wouldn't let me take care of myself lime like I did at my mom's. I didn't have to make decisions for my self but I wasn't allowed to either. I lived with my dad for about 6 months I heard from my mom a few times because she went to rehab but got out because she tricked her self into a deep denial about everything and did everything she had to so I would want to move back in. I thought for the longest time it was because for a moment she missed me and changed, but I grew to realize that the reality was my sad was about about to get custody of me and that would mean my mother wouldn't get child support anymore. My mother is now on pills again and I haven't lived with her sense July. It's been 7 months and I hardly hear from her she stole my Christmas money because they have no food food and three dogs, a cat, and a bird. She has two druggies who live with her for free (wonder why) in my old room. For Christmas she gave me 3 packs of cigarettes. She got me kicked out of the only public school I can go to because the other one I went to had some guys who I can't see or be around because it upsets me by not taking me to school until 1 almost every day because she refused to wake up in the morning. So now I go to a Christian home school type thing because it's the only thing I can afford. There's a lot more but I don't want to get depressed so I gave you the least depressing details.