Ever since I was 13, I've had interesting situations that lead me to believe I am bipolar.
I started cutting myself when I was 13. It only lasted a year, but I cut myself once when I was 15. During that time, I attacked my mother enough for her to put me in therapy. It was at the school and only once a week. He somehow got through to me (they didn't know I was cutting myself though) and I got better. I got a boyfriend when I was 15, got engaged, he broke it off two years later. He was married two weeks later, but wasn't cheating on me

. I of course cried my eyes out, but surprisingly didn't go back to cutting myself, but thought about it plenty of times though.
Fast forward to now, I have a husband and a 2 month old daughter. No type of therapy since the first and only time. Three days ago, I cried all day. I just felt like someone close to me had died I was so upset, but nothing really triggered it. Then all of a sudden I was happy and even rode my quad for a bit. Then the next day, I was down again, but no crying, just slumped over. And yet again, after a few hours, I was feeling great again. Someone suggest post-partum depression, but I don't understand why I get happy after I'm depressed...
I've never done any type of drug other than for the occasional headache.