Fact or Fiction?

Initially, I thought everything can be under control. The words of splitting and personality disturbance would just be a case of studies. Not until last night, when my mind was in blackout, the tears flown down without any feeling of pain or sadness, but the shakiness occured with a question mark. Suddenly I could feel the part of my brain repressed me from all memories. I almost couldn't remember anything except my name and my room. Staring blankly and aimlessly. Nothing else I knew that was happening. Numb. Half my brain doesn't allow me to recall, if I tried to trigger some of the names and familiar faces, again, I lost my control.
Then I ask myself, 'What is Wrong with Me?'

I diagnosis myself suffering from Bipolar Disorder.

I feel lucky that it isn't Dissociative Identity Disorder. I am still me, I don't split. I must be too tired of everything.