I visited my new pdoc today after the last one told me that I wasn't anywhere near DID after a 10 minute meeting and progressed to be the biggest azzhole eveR. We're really attracted to her. Quit! It's promising. And boy she's cute! I spilled it all. My meds are perfect, but soon x to be spouse wanted a neurological testing, but I, for the first time ever in my life, told a pro that I'm divided with over 35+ recorded personalities and that I'm on the end. She's hooking me up with a treatment team for therapy. Bipolar is the least of my problems as long as I stay medicated as prescribed. I'm on my perfect cocktail. I'm double posting this

She was spell bound by my story. I can't help to feel that I'm her pet rock from here on. I don't care, I finally feel free to be me socially.