Did any of you feel this way when you first received the diagnosis? No not denial. I went straight to fire breathing dragon mode. Slewing things at my husband like "If I'm BP so are you!!" (turns out he was), How did you come to terms? I haven't really come completely to terms with it. I go to therapy, my psychiatrist, and take my much needed medication. I create safety nets to weather the storms with "this shall pass" but it seems to pass slower with medication.