I was in a mental hospital for the first time in April 2008. My friend and roommate there said she had been on five psych meds and had 5 diagnoses, including schizophrenia and a personality disorder, and bipolar disorder, and she REALLY had bipolar disorder. So I thought I was a lot more mentally healthy than her. She had also had traumatic experiences I hadn't had. But then I got traumatic experiences and was diagnoses as schizoaffective and bipolar and a personality disorder. I have now been on 14 psych meds. This is totally like WAY more than her. She was 32 when I met her and I'm only 22 now. So I'm the sicker more messed-up one. She seemed so normal, more normal than me, and now I realize I'm just as bad as them. I thought I was more mentally healthy than all of them in a way, because I had a PDD, and thought that was most of my problem, and because I had only started taking meds when I was 19, and because one of the psych techs on the unit said to me, "I didn't want to say anything in group, but you're doing better than all the others. The problem is that you don't think you are. Look around. Look at them. They ain't doin so good." I looked around at them but they just looked normal to me. I thought, If I'm doing better than all of them and am in this much pain, I can't imagine how they must be feeling and what they must be going through. Now I realize, and I always sort of knew this, that in another way I'm doing worse than all of them. They all got along at least. I got along with them too, but that was probably because they knew what triggered people like themselves so they knew not to do/say those things.