For those of you who don't already know, I suffer from Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, Mixed. And when I say suffer, I mean that everyone around me has to suffer, even though I feel fine.

It's ruined allot of good things in my life. I've had it since I was about 12, though it was misdiagnosed as a host of Axis II disorders (Personality Disorders).

I only found out that I was bipolar in May of 2003, while I was pregnant. I went to a psychologist because I thought I was a sociopath...LOL. It didn't take them long to realize that I was bipolar, and I was diagnosed on my first session.

The scary thing about being crazy is that you never know that you're being crazy. It seems perfectly normal to you, everything makes sense. It's against both instinct and human nature to believe the sky is green when it appears blue to you. But in order to overcome BPD, that's exactly what you have to do - go against instinct.

I dunno...I tend to run off with the mouth. I'm rambling this morning, coffeelicious with a Wake & Bake...Niiiiiiice