I had to accept it. It was the explanation for months of mania (my first ever and coming late in life) although no one ever told me I was Bipolar 1. I was sent home from the hospital with a diagnosis of Bipolar 2 and inadequate meds. I crashed into depression, landed back in the hospital with the new Bipolar 1 diagnosis, and when released crashed even further. That was a very dark place and got me into a lot of trouble. Back into the hospital with injuries this time and for a longer stay. There was no option of not accepting it. No question. I had to, but I've hated every moment of it since. It has literally ruined my life.