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Originally Posted by Miss Laura
I was sent to see a Psychiatrist after 7 months of sever depression. He admitted I was fine as I was now put of depression and back at work.... living a proper life again. That was in May by the July I was resent to see him by my GP as I was Hypomanic.... by this point Bipolar was thrown into the air and we were going for it. By September when I revisited the Psychiatrist and he took 1 look at me and see ah you have Bipolar (which I was denying). I had to do a mood diary for a month and go back. Went back and was diagnosed with Bipolar Type 1. I denied it again and wanted a second opinion. He was the consultant Psychiatrist. He gave me all the facts about me I can't deny them. I cried for ages in his office.
Then I called my Twin and told her, we were both in tears :'(
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The diagnosis, for me, was a blessing because now I know what's wrong. I can't change BP but I can manage it and be aware of it. Don't be sad about it. Now you can attack it and live the way you want to live. Without my diagnosis, life was BURYING me. I went almost 30 years on a path of self-destruction - booze, dope, jobs, relationships, whacky behavior, anger, paranoia, blame, etc. Now I get diagnosed at age 50 and I get the blessing of clarity and direction. Please do not cry. There are no tears, we can't change it. We adjust and go forward, one day at a time.