I don't like some of the things that go along with bipolar disorder, like paranoia and going to the drug store once a month to get a handful of meds. But I don't feel like it's ruined my life.

Bipolar disorder and schizophrenia run in my family. I figure I'm just another casualty in the family. I got a bad luck of the draw.

It took me YEARS to accept my illness. I thought the psychiatrist was surely wrong. I thought I simply had some regular ups and downs. But after I had a particularly bad episode, I decided "Wow, my psych is right." And since then I've accepted it. I will admit that it still doesn't seem fair.

I hope you can come to terms with your illness.