"Everybody Knows" - The Dixie Chicks

Tell me now if you came sneaking up behind
Would you know me and see behind the smile
I can change like colors on a wall
Hoping no one else will find what lies beneath it all
I think I hide it all so well

...

You say I'll pay the price
That's the chance that I'll take
Though you may think I'm telling lies
But I just call it getting by

Ok, the Dixie Chicks quote actually isn't relevant - I was gonna post about lying about MI, but changed my mind and went for bigger fish.

What if I were bipolar?

I have spent two bloody miserable years doing everything in my power to escape that diagnosis. I hated it. It terrified me. I staunchly denied it, and actively sought out confirmation of the fact I was not from any who would listen.

What if I were? Where would that leave me?

Would it be the death sentence I feared it to be? Back to square one with a diagnosis, a label, mood stabilizers?

Back to the dock to endgame, and go through with it this time?

Or could I somehow face it, accept it, and go on?