This is a hugely terrifying thing for me to post about, because it more or less ruled my life for several years and I am just now starting to move past it, but there’s something cathartic about sharing scary things, so here goes. Six years ago, I thought I had bipolar disorder, so I went to a counselor and almost immediately got diagnosed. That diagnosis stuck for five years, but last year I finally let go of my bipolar diagnosis and entered the void of undiagnosed mental health issues. It’s…very nebulous and scary, but most of the time it feels much better than clinging to an incorrect diagnosis. My latest post on HealthyPlace, “3 Reasons I Was Misdiagnosed with Bipolar Disorder For Years,” explains how I got my misdiagnosis and some of the factors that contributed to the problem. I want to post about this partially because saying it out loud gives it less power over me, which is always a good thing, but also because I want others to know that it’s okay if you got your diagnosis wrong at first. It’s okay if you had suspicions and those suspicions got carried away and somehow you ended up with the wrong label for half a decade. It’s okay if it takes some time to figure out what’s going on in your brain. Maybe if I tell you these things, I’ll believe them too.