I do not lie anymore. However, when I was a teenager, I told heinous lies and, while I take full responsibility for them, there is no denying that the root of my behavior was the instability of bipolar disorder, especially with such an early onset. I am not a liar and, despite the lies I told when I was younger, I don't believe I was a liar then. I was just very very unwell and when I was younger, unwell came with a large degree of manipulation.

What kind of pleasure comes with the lies you tell? Do they make you feel better about yourself? Grandiose? Do you feel you could come clean to those around you? I think lying springs from many things and I do believe that bipolar can be one of them but often the cause is something else.