I feel for each and everyone of you have bipolar disorder or a loved one who has it. If I can be of any help to anyone by sharing my experience I'd be willing. Just a background on me, I've had bipolar since I was nine years old (at least that's when the symptoms started with major depression). I've heard that there is a bipolar gene that scientists have located. So, I believe that I was born having bipolar disorder. As a child, I had raging mood swings. I didn't know how to control my moods. I only went to therapy when I was nine back in 1979 because they didn't have the diagnostic tools they have now or the right medication. I spent many years sufferring up until my 20's when I was finally put on antidepressants because I had had such severe depression and suicide attempts, but the medication did not seem to work and I kept getting depressed. I also didn't want to be labelled as "weak" or different from everyone else because I couldn't toughen it out on my own.  
I also self-medicated with alcohol which I feel that alot of people with mental illness do so that they can either bring themselves back down from a manic episode. But, because I only reported the depressing times and not the times I was doing well, I wasn't accurately diagnosed until I was 30 yrs. old as having bipolar disorder when I had gone into a full-blown manic episode with psychosis, delusions and hallucinations. 
 
Now, I am on the "right" kind of medication. I don't drink or do drugs, I go to therapy every week. If I'm doing really bad, I go into a day program and "work"on myself. I have surrendered and realized this isn't something I can control on my own, and it's not my fault I have mental illness and it doesn't make me "less" than other people. I wouldn't wish this illness on my worst enemy. I'm fairly stable now, although I had to go on disability. I did gain 50# because of the medication, but I made a decision, I'd rather be "fat" and mentally well, instead of skinny and "mentally ill". There is hope out there for people who have this illness. It may take some trial and errors with the medication and it may have to be fine tuned, but think of it as having an illness like diabetes and your insulin needs to be regulated from time to time.  
I've also learned alot of coping skills and have plans in place, such as family members being aware of signs that I might be getting ill again, and they can decide to have me put in the hospital. I am not my illness. I have a wonderful husband, who was also diagnosed bipolar, so I know the other end of it too. I guess I just want to say that If I have survived 35 years, then there is hope. This is coming form a woman who has attempted suicide more than I can count and one who was so pessimistic and depressed. Life can be good. There are resources out there and help. It's a battle we all must endure, but never ever give up hope................ Best Wishes...........