No, I didn't really go through a huge stage of denial, because I had been in denial about it before my psych team began assessing for it.

I remember during college, swinging around on chairs; singing; walking around the classroom; typing 4,000 word essays in a few hours and other stuff...and one day people began asking me if I was bipolar. I'd repeatedly say no - sometimes getting frustrated with my friends. And then teachers began to get involved, trying to persuade me to mention it to my psychiatrist. It took a long, long time to even admit to myself that I may need to seek help for this.

I think I finally became aware of bipolar as a big possibility for me when I had been up for about 6 days in a row; was jumping around and bashing into objects "for a laugh" and when I finally walked out of class and shouted something obscene at my lecturer and got taken to A&E to be watched for suicidal behaviours.

By the time I got my diagnoses I was already acceptive of it - I mean, I'd been sectioned 3 times before this happened: spending a total time of a year in psychiatric units. It took a while for it to sink it, but yeah. I think I did accept it once I'd been diagnosed.

♥ Sorry for going on a bit there XD ♥