I am not happy about it, but it is what it is. We have it for life, though the elusive magic med mix can make it seem gone for a while. The stigma and misuse of the term bugs me. The depression sucks. My hypomania is mostly euphoric, so it's not as bad as it could be. I am still managing to do okay with work and family, though sometimes I plod through it. But I still have some good days where I can enjoy life.