Oh yes.
Interesting timing. I was just now going through some old psych papers, and realized it's been a bit over 5 years now since officially dx'd. It seems like sooooo much longer! But that's probably because I've been living it for such a very long time, that the dx was more a turning point of knowledge. It was certainly no shock, once I found out what BP was (believe it or not, I really didn't know(!)) When first reading, I was totally overwhelmed and couldn't stop crying. Not from sadness, but because it was an emotional tsunami to be reading (decades of) my life in black and white.

"Blatantly obvious" is a good way to put it. So obvious. So classic. Such a clear-cut case. For a long time I couldn't figure out how I managed to not get diagnosed a whole lot earlier (yanno, like about 25 years earlier!), but eventually I figured out all the dodges.

Still…. every so often, I start to think maybe there's really nothing wrong with me. Or, you know, not so much.

Yeah, right.
It doesn't last long. All I have to do is look back. It's all right there.