Hmm.. Actually.. I don't know what I could tell him that would help. 15 was an utterly beautiful time in my life, because I was.. It's hard to explain. My mania was in full tilt at the time, so I was experiencing a world beyond understanding. Seriously, people pay hard money for hard drugs in order to catch a glimpse of what my life was like at that time. I wouldn't want to take that away from him. Even with the horror that I endured during those days.. I still think it was a wondrous time.
Later though.. I would have advice for myself around the age of 21-22. I would tell him to chase certain people.. At least to try. (But I did...)
I would tell myself about becoming a smoker, so he could avoid that. I would tell him all about PTSD and bipolar and co-dependence and the alcoholism in our family. I would tell him about Kid and Fiend for damn sure. I would give him the name of a very specific therapist, so he could save his time with the others... I don't know if any of it would do any good, because honestly.. how can you expect someone so young to comprehend the things that it took you 40 years to understand yourself? All the clues were there, all the pieces of the puzzle.. and yet I didn't see them.. couldn't correlate the contents of my mind. If only I had really known the effects of PTSD back then.. I probably could have put things together a lot sooner.
Aargh. No use worrying about it now. :(