Great article! My Dad was diagnosed with classic bipolar 1 disorder in 2005, when he went through a devastating divorce, attempted suicide, and spent a week in a psychiatric hospital. He was in his early 50's at the time, and although I'd always suspected he had a mental illness, he refused to acknowledge it or seek treatment. As a little girl, I remember feeling terrified when he would fly into a rage, set off by the tiniest, most trivial little thing...both my mother and myself endured years of his verbal abuse and unpredictable mood swings. When he was prescribed, and began taking Seroquel, he finally gained some insight into his illness. Within a few weeks of being started on Seroquel, he confided in me that he noticed his thoughts had become more organized and he no longer felt "all over the place." I'm so proud of him for finally admitting that he has a condition, and for sticking to his medication regime.