Being able to laugh has helped me accept myself, and look kindly on my bipolar disorder. I don't like to think of myself "struggling" or "fighting" with bipolar disorder - it is a part of me, and in order to love myself, I have to love it also! When I am depressed I tend to fall alot - America's Funniest Home Video style! Once, while leaving my son's school after volunteering at their Christmas party, adorned with a Santa Claus hat, I stepped out of the front door of the school, misstepped, and twirled around, falling backward over a bench and into a sticker bush! And school was ready to be dismissed, so this was in front of a large group of parents! I looked up from my position on my rear in the sticker bush to a silent group, all with eyes and mouths opened so wide they looked like they were all performing a caricature of Munch's Scream! I'm sure my antics were fodder for many Christmas dinner stories that year!