I was diagnosed as bipolar II in June.
Why?
Because one night I was very pissed off and irritable, so I wrote down what I was experiencing on paper and showed it to my doctor. She said "Oh, so it's not depression we are dealing with, it's bipolar disorder."
I told my close friends. Nobody believed it. I was convinced that I was bipolar. My doctor said I was, so I had to have been, right? I was wrong.
I took a risk.
I was put on Wellbutrin, Remeron, Seroquel, Geodon, and Topamax. I had a thought race through my head "Hey, Convalescence. You know, if you want to find out if you're [really] bipolar, then quit your mood stabilizers, but continue taking your antidepressants. If you're bipolar, you will experience some form of mania." It's been a week. I haven't experienced any mania. I spent all summer [sick] because doctors were throwing mood stabilizers at me from left to right. It was a guessing game of which one is going to work. But really, that's how it is for everyone, lol.
I don't know what point I'm getting at here, but I'm very upset. I'm not upset because I don't have bipolar disorder. I'm upset because of the unnecessary pain I was put through because of my doctor.

By the way, I do not in any way promote stopping your medicine abruptly like I did. My clinical counselor, two professionals, family members, friends, and myself all said that they didn't think I suffered from bipolar disorder.

So, that's my story, friends. I hope everybody has a good day. Thanks for reading.