I wanted to reply sooner but all the words were a big mess in my head.
Yes, it was a lesson learned, I will admit that. I needed that lesson bad becasue I denied it. I thought it was wrong. I thought the diagnoses was wrong, all I really thought was that I had PTSD and depression and that my doctors thought I had bipolar disorder but I didn't see that and I didn't agree, in fact shorty before I asked my therapist if maybe there had been a mistake. And now I see it, like it hit me in the face.
So now I think what a lot of people here on the forum think of their PTSD: "I wish it wasn't me." I think that a lot.
And now I am depressed. Right on schedule. That is my fault becasue bipolar is a cycle, maina and then you fall. I learned that I had bipolar and that was needed but I wish...hell I don't even know. I wish I could have found out some other way. But life is like that right?
Even though it was good that I found out the truth in my head, that I do have bipolar and I did need to know that. It was bad that I could have hurt someone, it is bad that some of medication is not working, it is bad the college is suffering, my home life is suffering and I seemed to have hurt myself the most. Hmm, I just admitted that I hurt myself (mentally).