Go see a real doctor, not an imaginary friend, not yourself, and bring a copy this post to show that doctor.
And now you accuse me of lying about my treatment. Read the book and then judge me. It will be in print this fall. Sorry, I refuse to be miserable about the fact that I have bipolar disorder. I rejoice in the fact that I earned the scholarships, completed a master’s degree, ran a marathon, and held a number of jobs, not, in spite of bipolar, but with it and sometimes because of it. And, yes, Jesus Christ has blessed me greatly in it. I don’t deny the intense pain I have suffered. Neither do I regret it. It has enlightened and driven me past my many failures. Praise God!