It took me awhile to admit they were right. It took me being diagnosed three times before I finally believed them. Well, it took a lot more than that. It took 3 hospitalizatins, me walking out on my family in the middle of a full blown manic episode and being gone for a year before I actually took this serious and buckled down and started taking the damn meds properly. Ive been back at home with my family for over a year now and on my meds pretty consistent. I still hate the meds, I dread putting them in my mouth everyday. Ijust keep hopeing that one day I wont need them but the docs keep telling me this is lifelong....