For the longest time the only person that knew about my bipolar was my girlfriend and it wasn't until my first hospital visit that I actually told anyone close to me. Now I have told my family and my close friends about it. Not only have they been very supportive it has allowed me to talk about it and make sense about it but more importantly they have been able to ask me questions they don't understand about it. Plus, they all have seen that it's not some big bad label that turns people into monsters like the media likes to portray. I'm still me and I've just got a little extra stuff to work out.

But for me, it's still a person by person faking normal. Not everyone needs to know what's going on with my life. Being a little more honest has helped my mood and allowed me to get therapy to help me not lock up everything I've locked up for the last 30 years of my life.