Being diagnosed as bipolar myself last August, and spending 3 weeks at a hospital psychiatric day program, I came to realize exactly who and what I am.
So, my day went like this. Got up, went to the gym for my group fitness class, talked with my workout buddies in class, talked about biking, my favorite pastime, with the guys in the locker room, stopped at the store on my way to work, helped an elderly lady reach some merchandise on a high shelf. Talked with the guy ahead of me in line about nothing in particular. Goofed off just a little at work here on DU, then got a bunch of stuff done for clients, traded war stories with the paralegal next door about our IRS cases, complimented the little sweet Korean lady that runs the convenience store about how cute the photo of her grandchildren was, had an appt with a client to sign some docs, did some pro-bono tax work for an unemployed client with IRS issues, told the woman from housekeeping how much I appreciated how nice she always is as I was leaving.
Kinda like anyone who is a member of civil society might. I did take 300 mgs of the mood stabilizing drug lamictal this morning, otherwise, I could be you.
Of course, during the entire day, I had to fight the overwhelming temptation to massacre everyone in sight. 
Yeah, I know who and what I am, one hell of a nice, responsible guy who treats others as I would like to be treated, with kindness and respect. And with a genetic flaw that leaves me overly emotional at times.
Doesn't make me some kind of monster.
More than I can say about some of the assholes who have posted about the evil mentally ill here on DU the past four days.
So, to the haters, bite me.
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