Long story short, I've had schizo related diagnosis for years. Pretty much every pdoc has given the same diagnosis. Then, after all these years I've started having manic episodes that won't quit. Bipolar runs on my dad's side. Schizophrenia runs on my mom's. The pdoc decide to start me on depakote. At this point I don't care about the diagnosis. I just want to be able function.

After, an incident at work, I'm not allowed to go back until the pdoc assures them I'm well. It was a really good job too, but I have my doubts my pdoc will write a letter for me. At least, my therapist gave me a break. She told me I was acting dangerously, and she didn't want me taking myself home. In the end she relented. Lucky break?

As for now, I feel like a magical unicorn......with wings. What's a name for a pegasus with a horn?

I think I'd rather be depressed.