It's time for me to get real. Just like millions of other people all over this country, I'm a closet "crazy person." Almost three years ago, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, or manic depression. This is something I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, getting the diagnosis was something of a relief to me. It explained a lot about why I have always seemed to go off the deep end every 4-5 years, and it allowed me to begin seeking treatment for what I had previously considered to be a personality flaw or personal failing.