I recently was formally diagnosed at the age of 35, after suffering with it for over twenty years. Looking back now, I can't believe I never saw it, but I took a long time to go through old diaries and stuff until I had a reasonably detailed graph of my life, and it was quite obvious.

When I was younger, it wasn't so ingrained or constant, and I wish I'd had a diagnosis earlier. My last few big highs have involved a complete reinvention of myself, and my depressions have lost me everything. My weight alone, which regularly involves the loss or gain of at least 85 pounds is making me ill.

Please don't be embarrassed to seek out the truth while it's in your mind and your power. It may even turn out to be nothing.

Good luck!