[CuriouslyCrazy]

I had been climbing the up ladder for about 6 months. My T has been telling me that I should try medication for some time now. Of course, me being me, I told him that there was no need because I cannot possibly have bipolar disorder. I just saw him Monday. He said I was very manic and making bad decisions. I wouldn't hear it. I told him that he was crazy like everyone else and that they all needed to learn how to have fun in life. He's been telling me for months that I would crash. I refused to believe him. I refused to accept any of it. I hate to admit it, but he was right. I hate this. I don't want this. I didn't want to deal with it then, and I don't want to deal with it now. I just want to be alone. I guess it's time to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Acknowledging the possibility of bipolar is the first step in accepting it, but you go through stages of accepting it too. It's like grieving for your lost sense of self. I'm sorry you have to go through this.