It sucks explaining the details of one's life to a pdoc, but it's worth it in the end.

I didn't take my Bipolar II diagnosis well. I had actually suspected it for years before I was diagnosed, but I was too scared to do anything. I didn't know about a spectrum of Bipolar. I just knew about full on psychotic violent mania. When everything on the outside looks fine, it's easy to pretend you just have problems with depression. If the only problem is the horrendous blur of self loathing on the inside, there is no problem...right? WRONG.

I got the worst depression I have ever had following the birth of my child. I finally met someone who paid careful attention to me, and figured out what was wrong. I may hate what she said, but I respect her for telling me the truth.

I wonder just how many people out there are suffering because they are afraid of a stereotype. No matter what your diagnosis ends up being, you deserve to feel better.