When I was first diagnosed, I self loathed. I hated myself. I wanted to die. I hated that I needed to take meds. It was like my whole world collapsed when I developed bipolar. Now, 8 years later, I am proud of it. I manage a debilitating disease and do it somewhat well. I have my times I feel just miserable, but even through that I can manage without attempting suicide like I did in the past. For me, I think it's good to be proud of the fact that I have bipolar and I can still overcome some obstacles.