I had no idea I was manic. Not even when three police cars and an ambulance showed up to take me to a psych ward. Hubby and pdoc had me involuntarily committed. I was charming the entire week I was there, even when they put me in solitary confinement, under a suicide watch. Furthest thing from my mind. I still hadn't received a diagnosis when I was discharged, but sank immediately into depression, followed by another hospitalization. Sank further and attempted suicide. Back into a psych hospital with life altering injuries and finally a correct diagnosis. I hadn't know I was manic until well after the fact. Then I could look back and see all the signs. Chilling, to say the least......