I'll also probably be developing it further - right now it's book-length, but on the skinny side - and possibly even incorporating tortured journal posts from high school (yeesh). It is a memoir about mental illness, after all, and high school was a huuuuuuuuuge moment in the development of my mental illness.
Somehow, even though I've been essentially live-blogging my feelings and symptoms more or less continuously for the last few years, sharing my high school self's feelings and symptoms feels a hell of a lot more personal and revealing. And, let's be real, embarrassing. Who really wants their high school journals revealed to the world?
Also, putting together my manuscript was incredibly strange; I don't have a good memory (a common symptom of mental illness) and going over posts I made years ago made me realize that things I thought had never happened before had, in fact, happened multiple times. It's good to have more context for where I am now and to know that, while things have gotten worse in the last couple years, I haven't had quite as meteoric a decline as it feels.
The point is that I'm about to embark on one of the hardest projects in my life, and I'm very excited about it.