Haven't been diagnosed with bipolar yet but there's strong reason to believe that I am. Have lived with it in different ways through my entire life with my mom (she was formally diagnosed when I was young), my best friend in elementary school (found out she was diagnosed 12 years later), my mother-in-law (also formal diagnoses), and now possibly my husband...

I literally cried when it dawned on me that I might be part of the club, but I really shouldn't have been surprised. I'm starting to recognize patterns of emotions in myself and when those clash with my husband's patterns. It's exhilarating to see how much I can accomplish when I'm up, but dread the downs.

Here's my question: is it worth knowing for sure (especially at 29), or will having to accept that label just slow me down in the long run?