All my life I've been fighting depression with spurts of manic episodes but everyone convinced me that's just me being me. So I learned to adapt and do the best with what I had attempting to stay sane in the process. But it wasn't until I had a really, really bad depressive episode when I was 28 that my girlfriend forced me to go to the doctor. It was so bad that I hadn't eaten in about a week and a half, hadn't showered in about the same time, it took too much effort to go from the bed upstairs to a chair downstairs so I eventually stopped getting out of bed.

Finally my family doctor suggested a pdoc because he was sure it was something more than simple depression. Now that I've been diagnosed with Bipolar for 2 years, they're still not sure what type I have. They're still ruling out type II with ADHD or just type I.