I would never wish bipolar on anyone, not even my worst enemy, but it must be nice to have a medical professional who understands bipolar from the inside.

For a little while my sister was displaying symptoms and I was worried she would be diagnosed as well but she seems to be ok now. She's hyper-religious but that's not necessarily pathological. And it works for her, so as long as she keeps her comments about how I'm going to hell to herself, I'm happy that she's happy.

When I was younger, a couple of times I found another person who was also bipolar, and I would have an immediate need to be close to them but thankfully I grew out of that. I would love a bipolar friend, but have never had one. I've met many through support groups. The first support group I ever attended I started talking to this other guy and there was immense energy there. We seemed to keep pushing each other higher.

I do have many friends who deal with depression or anxiety or OCD. A couple of my friends over the years had been hospitalized in the past. I've never had the occasion to visit a friend in the psych ward but last time I was in the psych ward they all came pouring in and the nurses were shocked. I'm thankful for that. And most of my friends are theatre kids too so we're all loud and dramatic and demonstrative (actually that's a myth. There are so many shy people in theatre and I'm one of them.)