Basically, I have given up my dreams. I don't have the education or the job I wanted. I am so much less than I had hoped I would be. I have no friends, a partner who doesn't accept my bipolar, and no kids because I'm not strong enough to and I didn;t want to be pregnant and on meds. So, none of my dreams have come true, they have all been dashed. And my T says I am one of the lucky ones, the "higher functioning" ones. really?? The past few weeks have been spending every second trying not to kill myself, and I am not out of the woods yet. So, I give up on dreams, life sucks, and if I am lucky, I will die before I lose too much else.