I felt it coming, it creeped on me quite slowly, yesterday I became irritable with my precious daughter (had 2 keep my actions and responses in check,remind myself it's NOT her it's me), I'm the sociable type,but found myself cringing at the thought of company! So I saw this coming, I even thought I'd be prepared this time, got up really early 2 have breakfast, took my prescribed dosage of Lorien, thinking, it won't be s0 bad,I Have meds now, maybe if I'm lucky, I can sleep through it. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! By noon I just wanted it all to end! Felt s0 lonely,s0 angry,s0 hopeless... Stayed in bed crying for hours,my anger and frustration was escalating, I sent h8ful sms's to my bf (I KNOW,I KNOW, BUT I NEEDED 2 LASHOUT) I knew that if I stayed in my room any longer I would SI, or worse... So I did a very responsible thing and forced myself out of bed, am at a friend's place right now, tried to explain, but you guys know how THAT goes, so, now I'm here but not really here,smiling but inexplicably sad... What's the point of it all? What's the point of medicating if I'm still gona be THIS? I never wanted anything as much as want to be normal right now, and I CAN'T HAVE IT! I Feel doomed,cursed to be isolated in my emotional abyss. Do any of you perhaps know what the point is? Please don't respond with things like "your daughter" and "quality of life" coz to be honest, right now, I don't give a rats ***. (thats the bp,not the mum sayn that) but it's true NOW,and here's the only place I can say that... I need to know that there's a point to meds, there's a point to fight,there's a point to LIFE... Is there?