I accepted that I have bipolar disorder. Before I accepted the disorder I believed myself to be bpd because a t suggested it to me. What I didn't know was that I was confused and in denial. I knew they labeled me as Bipolar, and I was mad so I didn't want to cooperate with treatment plans. I constantly went off my medication and partook in SI and had many one-sided arguments with my boyfriend. (Me arguing, him trying to calm me down) It was a mess.

When I finally opened up to my support team and informed them of cycles prematurely I started to get somewhere. I still struggle and have problems but I accepted those problems. I accept the fact that I might relapse and SI or even imagine myself in that position. (Among various things) Once I was able to accept it, things begun to get better. Really accepting is hard too. It took me going off my medication for a month, crying for a month about why am I born this way before I realized I am no different from anyone else after several years of denial. So what, I have bipolar. Everyone has a problem, this disorder does not make me any less of one.

That was when I stopped actively ruminating so often and decided that there were no boundaries for me that I couldn't achieve. (Except math. I have failed that subject 2 times in uni already...hahaha)