I know how that goes. Eventually you have to learn to pick your battles, but it's hard when you're bipolar and see the world in stark black and white (to say nothing of its vibrant colors). Of course you're passionate. We all are, at least until we get on the right combination of medications and learn to relax a little. Sometimes I miss the fire and the passion of my old life, but I couldn't keep a job or manage my life. I'm a much more pleasant person to be around now that I can keep my mouth shut and my mind a bit more open. I also don't run around screaming at people or throwing telephones against walls anymore.