My T is quite convinced I am bipolar 2......I haven't gotten the diagnosis or meds from a pdoc, so I can't say that I'm officially diagnosed, I guess! I went through a period in my life about 10 years ago where I was convinced I was completely nuts.....then convinced myself it was really nothing more than depression. However, my dad and brother have both been diagnosed bipolar, my dad BP1.....and since my T has been bringing it up, I've been re-examining my life and my patterns, and yeah, it fits......not to mention that both anti-d's I've been put on brought out manic reactions, nasty anger. I thought I couldn't be bipolar because I've never been so manic I've spent too much money or done really wild partying, etc....thought I was mostly depressed anyway and I've certainly been severely depressed, no doubt. But.....I'm seeing that bipolar fits me, explains me and the emotional roller-coaster I've lived my life on.....on one hand I accept it, but then I still fight the thought of being labeled, too, and the hassle of dealing with meds.