I never accepted Bipolar in my life until a couple of years ago. Before that it was just being hospitalized, throwing out pills, then rinse and repeat.

Now I am fully accepting of the mental illness of Bipolar I. It's so hard sometimes to live this way, but at least I KNOW what's wrong now, instead of going through life not having the answers for why I feel so crappy.

But I have had some good days though, like today. It's not so dark and bleak, and I think that self-stigmatizing thing is right on point.

Great thread!