When I was diagnosed bipolar, I was in my late 20s I heard of it but really didn’t know much about it. At the time I had been going through a pretty bad hypomanic potentially manic episode ( mind you, I did not know that- those terms were not in my vocabulary yet) and I was starting to develop suicidal ideation. During the process I had developed a strange obsession for my boss. So embarrassingly my mind was solely on that so it didn’t really hit me when they were diagnosing me with bipolar disorder. I was in therapy for like six months took medication for around that time. I had found another job and dropped out of treatment. A few years later I was back in treatment again. The weird thing is, is the process of accepting it didn’t even dawn on me the first time. I was just so out of touch That months later I was still going through the repercussions of everything. So accepting or denying it wasn’t even in my frame of mind.