Today my psychiatrist confirmed what I knew all along. Bipolar. But not Bipolar 1, maybe bipolar II, but definately something in the bipolar spectrum. He is going to "keep a close eye on me" and I feel we will sort it out. Funny but it's kind of a relief to me. I've known in my heart all along.
But, when I shared the news with my spouse. He pretty much freaked. Total denial, anger, frustration and fear came spewing out of him. Why can't he just embrace it...it's not the end of the world. Nothing has changed. I feel rejected in my very being and at the same time...still this overwelming relief of knowing it is something real...and something more than just clinical depression.
But, when I shared the news with my spouse. He pretty much freaked. Total denial, anger, frustration and fear came spewing out of him. Why can't he just embrace it...it's not the end of the world. Nothing has changed. I feel rejected in my very being and at the same time...still this overwelming relief of knowing it is something real...and something more than just clinical depression.