I found out I was Bipolar last year and having to tell my family was the most horrifying thing I'd ever done. My mom is a Psych nurse so she sort of understood, but everyone else just sort of said, "whatever" and went on with their daily lives. Now, one year later, I'm still fighting daily to get them to understand how I feel. Sometimes I think that trying to get them to understand and support me is worse than being Bipolar. I have absolutely no one to talk to when I'm down and no one who tries to understand and be there for me. I'm hoping to find some support here. I wish you all the best and thank you for listening.