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I've dealt with mental health issues my whole life—it runs in my family. But I learned early on how to hide it. All through high school, I kept my condition a secret. Only a couple of transfer students ever found out. Everyone else had no idea I was taking medication every day to stay calm and stable. When I arrived at college for freshman orientation, I thought I'd get a fresh start. Instead, I met my worst nightmare—a group of mean girls who decided to target me from day one. They threw my belongings out of the dorm room, claimed my bed as theirs, and went through my stuff. Then they found my pills and tossed them in the trash, laughing about it. They thought they were just throwing away some random medication. They had no idea what those pills actually did—or what I was like without them. What they tossed wasn't just my medicine to keep me stable. It was their only chance to walk away from this without consequences. Now it's too late for them to take it back