After finally receiving a diagnoses, I felt both confused and relieved. I wasn’t too sure what to make of “Bipolar” but I was willing to gather as much information as possible. After years of instability I felt maybe this was it. Maybe I had my answer and I could finally live a somewhat normal life. This would not be the case.
I told my husband and my family that I was diagnosed Bipolar, and everyone was very supportive. My husband and I did research to find out more about it. We felt the best way to beat it was to be armed with information.