Many many summers and a thousand years ago, I went to a pdoc to complain of anxiety issues. I left (after a good hour+ of talking) with a bipolar 2 diagnosis. T

Many many summers and a thousand years ago, I went to a pdoc to complain of anxiety issues. I left (after a good hour+ of talking) with a bipolar 2 diagnosis. The diagnosis was correct: at low doses, lamotrigine/Lamictal behaves like an antidepressant (and you have to taper in slowly to prevent bad reactions) and I flipped the fuck out in euphoric mania. I shortly after went on lithium and never regretted it. I started having dreams that seemed to resolve my deeper "psychoanalytical" issues. It really fixed me up. This has been like 15 years ago. The more I learn, the more it seems I was the textbook case doctors never expect to meet. People are not generally aware that dysphoric mania is a thing. A good diagnosis can change your life.