My husband is understanding and supportive, but my mother thinks that if I get the right medication combo that I will be cured. It puts a lot of pressure on me to keep up a stability mask with her because every time I look a little sad, she thinks I am seriously depressed. She won't accept that there is any such thing as hypomania (her father was clearly fully manic) so she keeps telling me that I probably don't have bipolar. It is hard enough for me to believe it at times so to have to convince her that I have bipolar and have been hypomanic is simply exhausting.

Yet every time I have the energy to do something, I have to define the energy to her. Is it regular energy or frantic energy?

Growl.