I had been climbing the up ladder for about 6 months. My T has been telling me that I should try medication for some time now. Of course, me being me, I told him that there was no need because I cannot possibly have bipolar disorder. I just saw him Monday. He said I was very manic and making bad decisions. I wouldn't hear it. I told him that he was crazy like everyone else and that they all needed to learn how to have fun in life. He's been telling me for months that I would crash. I refused to believe him. I refused to accept any of it. I hate to admit it, but he was right. I hate this. I don't want this. I didn't want to deal with it then, and I don't want to deal with it now. I just want to be alone. I guess it's time to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.