Not so odd. I think we all go through that from time to time.

I thought I'd accepted my own diagnosis until last fall, when I got this brilliant idea that I really wasn't bipolar, but had just been going through an existential crisis that I'd finally snapped out of. That preceded one of my worst manic episodes ever, which was swiftly followed by a crash into depression. It was as if the universe said, "Take THAT, you big dummy!"

Still, I flirt with the idea sometimes, and what I do to remind myself that my diagnosis is, indeed, correct is to go back over blog entries I wrote when I was hypo/manic or depressed. It helps to ground me in reality and also makes me grateful for the relative stability I enjoy today.