Sorry for how long this is, I kinda got carried away although it felt really good to get it off my chest.
I've suspected that I have Bipolar (type II) for a long time, but I have never been diagnosed, I was diagnosed with depression at the age of about 13 (I'm 21 now) by a psychiatrist that my mother took me to see when she found out that I'd been self harming, however I only went once as I completely refused to talk.
My mental health from the age of 16 til 20 was really bad, I had hallucinations, paranoia (I stayed in bed for 4 hours pretending to be asleep once because I was convinced my fan was going to kill me) I also had periods where I got confused to who I was (I thought I was a 'second' person in my brain, watching from the backseat, I thought I was someone I knew instead of me etc) I also blank out large chunks of my memory and have a bad memory in general (which I found out recently is part of my dyspraxia) I still have some of these problems but not as bad, although recently I've been getting really bad migraines again.
My erratic mood however has always been prominent and is the main reason I suspect myself to be bipolar, Most of the time I'm depressed, my attendence rate at university is terrible because some days I can't bring myself to get out of bed and If i'm with others I get angry extremely quickly and unreasonably, other days I talk to myself all day, usually pretending I'm famous for something and reporters and fans want to know everything about me, I buy loads of stuff online that I don't need.
About 2 years ago I talked to a friend about my mental health and they convinced me to go see a doctor, I hated the idea of this as I was extremely worried that he'd just think I was a hypochondriac and laugh at me, after building up courage I made an apointment and went, the doctor said 'You're definitely not bipolar as you haven't been sectioned yet' (Sectioned for non-UKers is being forced into mental healthcare) of course this absolutely devastated me, my exact fear had manifested, I felt like I was standing naked in a crowd of people.
After I got home I decided that I was just a hypochondriac, that there was nothing wrong with me and that my depression and mood swings were just a result of me being a 'terrible person'.
However a year later my nan was diagnosed as bipolar, when my mother told me about it she also said that my uncle had been diagnosed too, but neither of them have ever been 'sectioned' this made me think that my doctor might have actually been wrong, however I am still too afraid to see another doctor (hence me posting here).
I'm really not sure what to think anymore, part of me is almost convinced I am bipolar, part of me thinks I'm just feeling sorry for myself.


