I guess I'm "normal". I very rarely get "the blues". When I get down, I get really depressed. All the way sucidial. This past February the only reason I didn't do it was my husband was right there being supportive all the way and I didn't want to hurt him. If I had still been single, I would have been dead.
No, I didn't even know I was bipolar until I was 39 and went manic. Scary. When I was in my 20's I tried sucide 5 or 6 times. Almost made it , too. But I mellowed out in my 30's. I feel real lucky in a way, but when something hits me, all hell breaks loose. At least my husband knows.