what was the worst thing about coming to terms with your diagnosis?

The worst thing for me is being thought of as Mentally Ill. The phrase mental illness should be banned. We are all in varying degrees of Mental Health. Some are just a lot more healthier than others!

The media represent Bipolar Disorder as being a bane to society. Mass shooters, serial killers, criminally insane are all associated to Bipolar by the news media, TV show writers, etc.

Knowing I will be on medications the rest of my life and that it will never cure me.

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Knowing what I am capable of and yet living within the bounds of what I can cope with is what I find treally tough.

It affects every decision I make, for I have to question whether I am prepared to pay the price for going outside what I can cope with or prepared to say no and live with the disappointment I feel within myself......but continue stable and able to cope.

They say there is no shame where there is no choice....I feel shame though. I feel like I need to justify to myself that I cant cope, justify yo others why I say no....yet appear able. Truth is I didn't have a choice, I have BPD. But I daily have to choose how easy I make it for myself to manage the monkey that shares my mind....

I find that hard. .....

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Realizing I had the same illness my bat **** crazy abusive grandmother has.
Quite a blow. I resisted DX #1 vehemently and shrugged it off for another 6 years until someone close to me saw me crumble under the weight of a mixed state and advised I go in. He is wise, and other people often see it before I do, so instead of doing that stupid thing I always obsess about during mixed states, I found a good shrink and went in. It took time to open up to him, and sadly, I lost the insurance that covered him, but he cemented the diagnosis and the next two shrinks have followed his initial plan. Hopefully they'll soon follow the second part which was CHANGE MY MEDS FROM THE INITIAL TRIAL. If not, I guess I stay nuts. I forgot what this thread was about and I'm sorry if I hijacked it.

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For me it was mildly comforting in certain aspects. There was more explanation of my over-the-top temper and how I'd check out of reality during one of my rage episodes. It would cause my wife and kids to run for cover and get away from me. Now at least I can manage my anger so it doesn't get the best of me anymore and it's the medication that I'm on that helps me do that. I don't want my kids to remember me being a psycho which is what I was. I'm 37 now and was diagnosed about 2 years ago. I like many people here hate the fact that I have to take medications for probably the rest of my life but that is a small price to pay for my mental stability and how my loved ones look at me.

This is how I feel, being out of control and the guilt I have afterwards. I also do not like having to take medication for the rest of my life.

Having to share control of my brain....I had a hard enough time making up my mind before hand, now there are like three of us at the controls, sensible, responsible and bipolar...ble.

Light hearted but that explains all the voices in my head that I have to contend with

I'm still alive with another problem (negative) added into the mix instead of something positive added to my life for once.