I have decided to come out, so to speak, about my illness. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder a few years ago, though I have been living with it since high school. For a long time I lived in denial about my diagnosis and I kept it a secret from pretty much everyone. I’m really tired of being alone in this and have made the decision to talk about it for my own good. I have been in the hospital a few times for being suicidal and was in an outpatient program last year for seven months. I have the most wonderful family and friends but they can’t really identify with me when I’m struggling with mania or the crippling depression that comes with this disease. The knowledge, support and people I met there have literally been lifesavers. Being Bipolar doesn’t mean you’re crazy. It’s like having diabetes and needing medication to treat it. I am on many medications and will be for the rest of my life. My doctor and I are still trying to find the right balance and combination of medications for me but we’re on the right track.