It seems kind of scary when a trained professional asks you: have you ever been diagnosed as bipolar? Well, no. And you know why not? Because when I am manic, I would never go to a doctor. I love not having to sleep a million hours, feeling motivated to work out, wanting to do crazy things and sometimes doing them. I talk too fast and I jump out of my skin and I don't have to eat and even though I sometimes feel like I am about to snap, it's infinitely preferable to the opposite extreme. I never thought of these "highs" as symptoms, I thought of them as my normal personality, with the "lows" as symptoms. Today I had to recount my past depressive episodes and I felt like I had stepped out of my body, like I was talking about someone else. It feels strange, but I guess I am learning to handle things better.