It’s been suggested to me I’m perpetuating a stereotype by embracing my diagnosis as bipolar.

My response:
I don't categorize bipolar as a stereotype. It’s a medical condition. Over diagnosed? Probably, I don't know.

Certainly not in my case.

My emotions act chaotically in a drunken dance of rage, love, hatred, fear, and anxiety that often leads to confusion and delusion. Can we say I, Bipolar?

The acceptance of my disease has enlightened me, allowing me to understand myself in ways I couldn't clinging to denial.

Has the psychiatrist community always gotten it right? Not even close. I’ve survived to tell the tale of their Ginny pig blundering. But, just because there are clear problems, both historically and currently, does not discredit the clear cut research put into the numerous mental disorders. Nor should we stereotype every councilor and psychiatrist as modern day versions of Nurse Mildred Ratched.

Informing me my bipolar disorder isn't real, is the same as telling an epileptic his epilepsy is a mere imagination. Bipolar isn't a term arbitrarily spun in the marketing offices of Big Pharma, it’s an observable phenomenon.

Long live science and humanity.