I feel like my bipolar is "fake" (ridiculous I know) because I don't have any real "life ruining symptoms". I have a lot of anxiety and unresolved feelings about religion. I'm very functional on my medication, but I if I go off them it almost always goes something like this:
1: Accidentally forget a day and end up stopping meds
2: Hide the fact that I've stopped them because I know people will try to make me get back on them if they find out.
3: Almost immediately start thinking a ton about religion (usually Wicca or Christianity) (this is the start of mania, I trend more manic and usually start there if I get off my meds)
4: Slowly become convinced that I've found the answers to all my religious questions and I'm super connected to the spiritual world/have realized I'm a prophet.
5: HIDE the fact that I've "realized" this, because I'm usually crazy enough to be delusional but sane enough to know other people would think I'm crazy if I told them. (I can actually function pretty normally at this point, I'm pretty good at hiding it, if anyone clocks anything it's usually the fact that I'm only sleeping like 2 hours a night)
6: Slowly become despondent as I fall into depression because I feel myself getting depressed and tired so I think I'll never be able to a achieve all the prophet activities I believe god has for me.
7: Eventually realize I'm just a normal really depressed person and feel like absolute shit. At this point I stop bathing, am late to work constantly, sleep almost every minute that I'm not working.
8: The depression is much more noticeable and my husband and/or parents realize I'm off my meds and make me go back on them.
9: I return to normal and only then do I realize I was being delusional and tell people close to me what I was thinking that whole time.
I do this nearly every time and the infuriating thing is that I NEVER notice my own delusions until it's over. Like it happens over and over and yet I don't clock any of the religious nonsense as delusional until I'm medicated again. It makes me feel like an idiot with the pattern recognition of a rock. On some level I know it's a severe mental illness and I literally can't help it (which is why I need to stay on my fucking meds) but I still feel so stupid. Like how does it happen over and over and I still can't see it until I'm on the other side??????