Yes, i'm really glad that she's willing to help me. But ok, hopefully i'm just a hypochondriac with an alcohol abuse problem.

Because, when time goes by, i start to come up with alot of other impulsive behaviour at periods out of my so called "hypomanic state" that i'm talking myself into.

First of all, i thought that my hypomanic state lasted from May/June 2012-November 2012, so that would be 6-7 months. Maybe a bit long.

Second of all, i have major stress problems. I'm always very very very stressed, and i always have racing thoughts. I almost eat my whole fingers (dermophagia) whole year long. I also have high stress-marker-levels in my blood whole year long. But in winter i have to focus on my studies, so i can use my stress to freak out about school, and it helps me alot. I tend to study alot, so i don't fail. But in summer, i can't focus my attention on something, so i walk around very stressed. Solution; liters and liters of alcohol.

On the other hand i just remembered that i wanted to go and celebrate my last christmas in Poland (like 10 hours by car from here), and that i became angry when my mom didnt let me. So i also tend to do impulsive stuff in winter as well, although alot less (maybe because school won't let me to do impulsive stuff, or i would fail.)

Nevertheless, i becamed scared about mental disorders, because my father is a terrible case, and my sister had a terrible period also. Therefore my mom became depressed, and i became a total jerk, trying to annoy anyone as much as possible. I failed my whole high school and many teachers thought that i was retarded (Having the highest grades at university now). But i'm ashamed of my past, and i've hurted alot of people. But my mom started to diagnose me with all sorts of mental illnesses (ADHD, ADD, Asperger, Schizoaffective disorder) as a kid. And i had to go to alot of mental hospitals for tests (i've read the results and they almost all said: A very impulsive kid, with a high mental flexibility and probably ADD/ADHD). When i went to my grand-parents, they always said stuff like: "Oh there he is, our lunatic grandkid". (They thought it was fun, but it made me always feel different).

So here i am, diagnosing myself with bipolarity. Because something must be wrong with me.

Oh yeah, and i've read some studies about bipolarity; about 76% is misdiagnosed. Maybe we're just living in a society where everybody needs to get a stamp. Mental illnesses are now classified like spectra, so almost every human being on earth fits in one of the groups. Do you think i'm right?

thanks all!