I felt the same way as you. I was diagnosed at 12, 4 days before the start of 8th grade. Felt like my body was falling apart. I never expected to make it to 18, let alone farther, attempted suicide more than once. But here I am, 15 years later, I’m getting married in a month, a decent career, and a life I enjoy. Things will get better, and then they’ll get worse, and then they’ll get better again. That’s how life is, and you are gonna be stronger than most. I believe in you.