"You have not seen what happens after drinking, young lady! I have seen how these things ruin your life!" I sat across this thundering man, wondering how I could've offended him so. Next to me, my mum squeezed my hand in hers, caught my eye and smiled a bit. It was my first visit to a psychiatrist ever, and within 20 minutes of being there, we had established I was a bipolar, schizophrenic, alcoholic, drug-addled child who did not know what life was about.