I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I turned 30 years old. At the time, I was going back to school full-time to make a major career change. I wanted to make a difference in the world. Unfortunately, I became overwhelmed with stress. I began to have panic attacks, which led to mania, psychosis and multiple hospitalizations. As I received the diagnosis of mental illness, my world crumbled and I attempted to take my own life. I just didn't feel like I had a purpose. I didn't feel like I belonged in this world anymore. After months of medication, support and therapy, I came out the other side. I found volunteering opportunities at a local wildlife refuge and I earned a bachelor's degree in behavioral science. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but in my heart, I know I'm meant to be here. I was Meant To Live.