You Are 100% Bipolar



You have some serious ups and downs, maybe to the point of endangering your own life.
Consult a doctor to see if you may truly have bipolar disorder.

Are You Bipolar?

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You Are 20% Bipolar



You're so stable, people wonder if you're really human.
You totally have your emotions under control - and know how to deal with life's ups and downs.

You Are 36% Bipolar




Overall, you're a pretty stable person. You may be a bit moody, but nothing out of what's normal.
As long as your emotions aren't severe, you're totally in control!

Oh, I thought this was a serious question. Nvm.

You Are 16% Bipolar



You're so stable, people wonder if you're really human.
You totally have your emotions under control - and know how to deal with life's ups and downs.

You Are 56% Bipolar



You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme.
It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.

i dont like these polls anymore

I don't know what Bipolar is.

Funny thread.

You Are 48% Bipolar



You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme.
It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.

You Are 8% Bipolar
You're so stable, people wonder if you're really human.
You totally have your emotions under control - and know how to deal with life's ups and downs.

Justin1972UK said:

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Teacher said:

me, too. especially considering how serious the disease is.

JasmineFire said:

Especially considering I'm type 2 bipolar

scififilmnerd said:

Danish fool It means manic-depressive. There are two types, 1 is the more severe and 2 where you don't get real manic episodes, that's called hypomania. That would be me.

Joking aside, I know what it's like to be very depressed. I have been fortunate to find a good medicine that worked wonders for me. I feel like a different person now that I take it. I encourage anyone who is feeling this way to get help. No shame in it.

Teacher said:

This is a serious disease and it has been a part of my life for many years as I live with someone who is type 1 bipolar.

jess555ja said:

Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he or she takes the meds that work best for them. Me, I'm still waiting to get the proper help. My mom's type 2 as well and I've got all the markings to get it what with my childhood, the genetic aspect and traumatic events as triggers. I'm currently diagnosed as depressive but it's all wrong, I've been telling them this for years now.

hokie1 said:

My doctor prescribed me Citalopram. I haven't taken it and doubt I ever will. I'm still trying to work out if it is outside influences which make me depressed or my perception of those outside influences being skewed (by actually being depressed in the first instance). If you know what I mean.

Justin1972UK said:

The chicken or the egg, it's difficult to sort out. I hope you're able to sort it out without meds but never feel like there's a shame in using meds. Some depressions are due to chemical imbalance and then the only way of getting a hold on it is medication. I hope you're ok.

Teacher said:

Thank you. She is on medication, but it has to be changed every now and then because it starts to become less effective. While switching her medications it can be very scary and at one point she wouldn't take any of her meds. It can be very difficult, but everyone in my home tries as much as possible to make things easier for her. She can get very stressed out easily, so I spend a lot of time with her kids, so that she can have some time to relax.

Teacher said:

There's just so many factors in my life which are stressful. It'd be strange if I didn't feel depressed from time to time.

Having said that, I don't think I've been happy for more than fleeting moments since I was around 8 or 9 years old.

I think if I was born 20 years later I would have been diagnosed with mild Aspergers Syndrome, but at the time I was just seen as "quirky". I still feel incredibly "different" to other people and this also gets me down.

Justin1972UK said:

I understand what you mean dear. I can totally identify with being depressed. I know how horrible and isolating it is. I'll briefly share my experience with you. For most of my adult life I have been depressed and even was as a teen to some extent. Growing up I really didn't know that what I felt wasn't normal b/c I had nothing to compare it to. When I had my first child I suffered extreme postpartum depression. I never understood how people could commit suicide until that happened. Unfortunately I wanted to die. I have never been so hopeless and dark in my whole life. I was so depressed I couldn't function on a daily basis. I couldn't handle daily living tasks such as showering, eating, etc. I lost all of the baby weight and then some in 2 weeks. I didn't eat more than a few bites of food here and there for a month or more. I also experienced depression after having my second child, except worse. I would think about driving into trees. I wanted to escape my life and just leave so no one would ever find me. I eventually got the help I needed. I take Effexor and it has changed my life. I feel like a normal person now. All I know is that being depressed is a crippling illness. I hope that you get help. I know you said that you don't want to take the meds., but I encourage you to try them and see what happens. You can always stop if you don't feel they are helping. One thing to note--not every med is for everyone. It is sometimes a bit of a trial and error process. Just because one doesn't work for you doesn't mean another won't. There are several I tried before finding this one that I'm on now. Best of luck and I hope you get to feeling better soon.

My whole family is. I don't even need to take this quiz.

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hokie1 said:

I know in my heart that if I had just one person whom would stand by me unconditionally, I'd feel one-hundred times better. I feel incredibly isolated. I've had people whom have assumed that role in my life at various times in the past, but they always leave.

I feel like I've been clinging to the edge of a cliff for at least the last ten years now. The last nine months have tipped me over the edge.

I've taken an overdose in the past and I didn't necessarily feel "down" when I did it: I felt hyper-normal in fact. At least if I'm feeling depressed I'm feeling something (other than that strange feeling of uber-tranquility).

A lot of my relationships have broken down since just before Christmas - partly because I refused to suffer any further bullshit from a number of people (and one in particular). The only problem was, that I hadn't first involved myself with new friends beforehand. It never occurred to me to make contingency plans. I never imagined the domino effect which occurred when I started saying "enough" to just one person...

It's very difficult to get out and meet new people anyway. I'm so poor at the moment that I can only really afford to go out once or twice a month. It really is that bad. I hate it when people suggest a new hobby, joining a gym or visiting new places as an answer to meeting new friends. I don't have the money to buy a pint of milk until payday on the 15th. I really honestly don't.

I also changed jobs last year after being in the same job for ten years. I was getting nowhere, but I was still £3,000 a year better-off than I am now.

Justin1972UK said:

I hate to hear this Have you thought that maybe you should be alone for a while to work on yourself before jumping into any other friendship/relationships? Man, I wish I lived around the corner from you

You Are 48% Bipolar



You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme.
It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.

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52%

Justin1972UK said:

This just breaks my heart. I hate for anyone to have to feel so badly. You say you have gotten stronger by not taking BS from certain people. Are your parents in your life? Do you have a good relationship with them? Parents should love their kids unconditionally, but I know lots of times they don't unfortunately.

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

I've practically been alone since last December anyway. I don't mean this to sound glib but if you've ever seen that movie, 'Muriel's Wedding' where all Muriel's "friends" tell her that they don't want her around anymore, that's basically what happened to me. Nobody's said that to my face, but that's basically what's happened.

To cut a very long story short (and I've told it a hundred times before) I discovered that my ex-boyfriend ingratiated himself back into my life as a way to gain revenge against one of his ex-lovers.

My ex-boyfriend knew that I was linked to this person via my social circle but I was completely unaware of this - as was his ex-lover. The ex-lover in question is a friend-of-a-friend. My ex-boyfriend's ex-lover is married with one child and another on the way. To make matters worse, this third-party outwardly displayed homophobic sentiment to the point that our mutual friends would not invite me out if he was in attendance. It later dawned on me that he wouldn't want me around due to the fear of me being linked to him in some way (like I evidently was). It's a small town.

When I discovered the "homophobic" closet-case's bisexuality I spoke with my (at the time) best friend about this. I was in shock and angry on so many levels. My best-friend was sympathetic but already showing signs of exasperation that I'd shared this knowledge with him...

As for the ex-boyfriend, as soon as I'd rumbled his motives, he started sending threatening emails, notes through my door, texts etcetera. I spent most of last December in total darkness inside my flat, as turning any lights on would signify I was home. I didn't even put my Christmas Tree up.

I made an effort to go out over the actual week of Christmas. On Christmas Eve a friend's wife told me in her kitchen that my problems were "boring her" and to "get over it".

The day after Christmas, another friend of my best friend called me "a slack-jawed faggot". I threw a full pint of Guinness over his head and stormed out of the bar we were in. I wasn't prepared to be "the token fag" anymore - especially so when another of their number was on the downlow.

The first indication that I wasn't part of "the gang" anymore was the first weekend after New Year's. The closet-case and recipient of the Guinness shower were invited out by my ex-best friend - but I wasn't. The friend's wife whom had earlier stated she was "bored" of my problems later filled me in on the actual guest list...

Since then, I've barely seen any of these people. I've had texts, phone calls and emails. I've even met a couple of them for beers but it's not been very often at all. When I have been with these friends, there's a distance, like a glass wall between us. I'm still very bitter about the way I've been treated, but I'm not allowed to complain.

I can go days without my phone ringing. The week before last, there was a silence of five days which was only broken by a wrong number.

And that's just my "friends"... Where I live is a problem too. I haven't opened my blinds since the day I loved in... My job is a problem - as well as the meagre wage, it's looking like my employers have lost their main contract and I'm going to be made redundant... My sister and cousin have blabbed to other family members about things I've told them in confidence...

I really do have no support from anybody.

hokie1 said:

I tell my parents as little as possible. I'm always mortified when my drama encroaches onto their radar.

The worst example of this being that I started skipping one specific teacher's class at high school and the Headmaster (Principal) called my dad into his office for a meeting...

I'd started skipping the teacher's lessons after she'd made me stand in front of my classmates at registration whilst she told them I was a pervert. It was 1986. I'd never made any secret of my being gay to my peers from the age of 11.

None of this came to light during my father's meeting with the Headmaster and I thought I was off the hook. A month or so later, my dad read my diary under my bed (detailing my crush on a schoolfriend) and called me a pervert himself anyway. He never told my mother about reading my diary which instilled me with complete and utter terror that one day he would.

I was regularly beaten up walking to and from school. On one occasion, a parent slowed down their car so that their kids could yell abuse at me through their car windows at me. I lived in a constant state of fear. Even if I wasn't gay, I would have still stuck out like a sore thumb. We were always very poor when I was young and my wardrobe mainly consisted of hand-me-downs and charity. I was very bookish too. I used to read a book a day during that time.