I have essentially no memory of my adolescence due to how severely depressed I was at the time. And I still managed to do well in school and was usually so quiet and withdrawn anyway that nobody noticed until after several years (don’t remember exactly how many), I told my mom about it, and that I had had several near-suicide attempts but had lost my nerve at the last moment.
I also spent most of my adolescent/teenage years suffering from chronic severe insomnia - as in, at some point I decided that if the birds started singing and I still hadn’t gotten any sleep, it was time to give up (because two hours or less of sleep only served to remind my body that it likes sleep and didn’t get enough, so I was more tired than if I hadn’t gotten any sleep at all).
Both of these issues are still with me, but medications help them not be so bad (though only for a while, then I have to change meds until the new ones stop working, then another medication, repeat ad nauseam).
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"