I am 37 yrs old and was diagnosed with BP in 1989. At the time I thought it was the end of the world and some days still feel like that, but over all I guess I am doing okay. I have a 9yr old son who when my moods change takes the worst of my actions. Poor lil boy don't even know what's going on, but he knows that when I start getting loud he leaves the house for awhile or just goes to his room. I myself think that my disorder could be controlled better with different meds, but I am not the doctor. I am easy going,fun, a really sweet person, but sometimes I wonder if people can see past my disorder to just see me as me and not the person that is crazy.. Yeah, my family says it jokingly but it hurts. I just want to be me..
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