Meeting others and med dilemmas

Yesterday I had my first group meeting, and I have to say I had an amazing evening. At the same time I was confronted with a fact that up until now I have been able to deny from time to time: I have bipolar disorder. It was uncanny how familiar some of the stories of the other patients sounded, and how certain they made me feel that I was in the right place. There were about seven or eight of us and everybody had brought a buddy. Most people brought their significant other, but as I don’t have one at the moment, a good friend of mine joined me. The meetings are meant as a kind of education, to learn more about the disorder, and as a way to meet and talk to people who understand what you’re going through.