For me, it was sorta a relief. I would cry and cry during a depressive state asking what's wrong with me!?! Why can't I be normal! I knew I was different, I knew when I fell, I fell HARD. I questioned why and thought... "This is just me. This is just who I am," and I didn't have any hope.

When I was dx with BP, I felt such a weight come off my shoulders. This isn't me, this isn't who who I am.... It is an illness. I finally had hope in me. I might have to take meds, but at least I had answers. Suddenly, I knew those hard times wasn't because of my perosnality and that to me was comforting.