Ok, I've obviously a new kid here, considering my uncertainty of my mental state. I've wondered for a couple years now if I've shown hints of the disorder, but recently I feel it seems to be the only explanation for my actions. I'm already a positive person, but sometimes it crosses a line, and sometimes I crash down. The contemplation of bipolar disorder began a couple years ago, when i was in an extreme, but also very hidden, depression state for a good six months. Everyday i pretended to act happy but went home, went on 'bike rides', and instead cut my arms with twigs so they'd cut less deep but sting just as much because it took a lot of effort. I was in a lot of pain, convinced everything wrong with my life, a recent loss of a close friend and a boy not liking me, were all attributed to me being messed up. But as the pain of the two events subsided, the crying and pain didn't. I actually would go in the woods and cry wondering why i couldn't stop crying and couldn't be ok. Its when i started wondering how it would feel like to walk in front of a speeding car, and other subsequent behavior, that i told my mom. For awhile i went to a psychiatrist and was normal, because my mom thought my idea of bipolar was ludicrous, even though i made a point to tell her i kept a lot of it hidden because i was afraid of disappointing her even more completely like i did everyone else.May i note the psychiatrist acknowledged i had a problem, being depressed out of my mind and some days fine and chipper, but she didn't believe in using medicine. I respected that, and tried my best to keep a friend to tell things to or tell my mom how i felt since. Yet still i had irrationally elated times, normally coinciding with times i gained the confidence to hit on boys and ask them out and then dump them when I stopped feeling like jesus and realized I didn't actually care about them that much, just did when I felt super confident. I liked them liking confident me, not real me. Most of those relationships ended because they fell for energetic, hyper me ,not sarcastic, sometimes depressed out of my brains me. Also, since that depressive state, I've had weeks were i was sad but just either didn't talk to people much or fake smiled. Recently those weeks have narrowed down to a couple days, or sometimes just one, while it seems mania has taken over. This is when I actually started getting really concerned. The last month I have exhibited mania symptoms I hadn't before. I had terrible concentration; my friend asked me what we learned in class the day before and i barely knew, and i was paying attention, or at least thought i was. I have been severely focused on working on writing, which is good, but not when i basically expected my friends to think it more important than anything else like i did. I had little sleep, the paranoia i already had increased to the point I'd keep the lights on because if i turned them off i was convinced someone would kill me, see strange shadows, basically thought i was more important and more amazing than everyone else, changed from being rarely bothered to irritated by most things my friends said, was thinking so fast i could barely think, which ultimately hindered some of the manic writing, and had so many ideas i could barely handle, i did a writing project four times over simply because i had so many ideas for it. Though i am energetic, it never had been to this degree. And my paranoia is strong, but it had never actually scared me nor made me convinced of my own death. Most times i say what if, roll my eyes, and then move on. This mania crashed when a friend ignored me for a good ten seconds and i became convinced my friends don't love me, that i'm only a nice one they dont actually care about, and went home and cried for a good hour and a half straight. It took until the next morning to even feel any sorts of simulated ok-ness. That was when i looked up bipolar disorder again, took several screening tests, and most said its very likely I had the disease. I'd just really like to get the opinion of people who actually have it too to be certain before I tell my mom, who i'm afraid of not believing me or falling into tears and being broken up about it so much like last time i came to her about feeling mentally ill. I've only told 2 close friends, and they've been very supportive. I would really appreciate your opinions before i see a doctor or tell my worrisome and awesome mom who i hate to tell terrible things unless I'm a hundred thousand percent she needs to be told. Please help i'd love any of you forever for it. Thank you.
PS: Super sorry for making this so long just had to get it all out. Thank you if you take the time to read this behemoth. Any help is really fantastic, I really need it. I'm just really confused and kinda scared because I have no clue what another manic or depressive episode will hold for me.