My black thoughts are a daily fight

I am bi-polar and just recently got diagnosed after a stunt of trying suicide. I had a butcher knife and had called my brother to help me before it was too late. My sister came home and took me to the hospital and the cops were called to escort me to the hospital (in handcuffs of course). I learned about my illness and started the meds and hoped everything would immediately change which I and still fighting everyday not to commit the final act of suicide, my family is my strong point and of course my children keep me on the road to recovery. For anyone out there who is considering the final step please give it thought first and remember when you think no one cares, you are wrong. Keep your head up.