When you go through hell for so long that you have no idea of what "normal" is anymore, a diagnosis is a blessing, at least for me. At least I have something to call it now and can begin to treat it and get help. I accept it and embrace it. I have to because it is the biggest part of who I am. It sucks mostly but there are moments few and far between that it is beautiful and I have to put a positive spin on it because I don't want to view my life as crap forever. BipolaRNurse's siggy pretty much sums it up for me... "Being bipolar is like seeing everything in the world as poetry---the highs, the lows, the pain, the wonder, the intensity of it all.....sometimes overwhelming, but ultimately worthwhile."