That’s the view that is repeated by some BP people. The example they often give is a long list of alleged BP people – Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Lord Byron. There are some obvious problems with this. (Was Van Gogh really schizophrenic? And how accurate is a diagnosis centuries later?)
Is there a statistical study to back these claims? Well, no.
And if there were a study, it would have to include not only the famous BPers but also all the folks who were lost to history: in the extreme, the homeless and miserable, and not in the extreme, the village crazy or the “difficult” person (as I might have been without treatment.)
More worrisome to me is the general trend to find good in BP. My view is that there isn’t; it is a challenge that is unwelcome and in my case overcome, something to be put in its place while I focus on life ahead.
So I disagree with those who wallow in the tragedy of it. And I disagree with those who push to convince everyone that it is a positive (i.e. “It makes me more creative.”). Is there pride in being BP? I don’t see it.
Where can one find pride? It is in being honest about it to oneself and others. It is about undertaking the challenge and succeeding in spite of it. That’s it.