Part of it is that I have a hard time "naming" the challenge that beset me.
I still have a lot of fear myself, when I allow myself to look back and remember... just how much like a train wreck the experience was for me.
A member of the group I participate in almost daily, reminded me that sharing with restraint was better for me, and for others.
Also it can be too easy to use the language of professionals. Words like mania, delusions, episode, distance and describe with words that taste like sawdust. I cringe when I feel the color and flavor of my experience replaced by diagnostic lingo. Nor do I particularly find diagnoses to be helpful.
A diagnosis and its associated descriptions keep me stuck in my head, with words and categories... and more words. Instead of drawing our hearts closer, diagnoses can have us arguing or they separate us with explanations, boxes, comparisons.