I think you covered most of the ground, that I have trudged, and still do. The meds, and there side effects are difficult to say the least. But make no mistake, I would NEVER go bact to my first 43 years of life when I was undiagnoised. The sleepless nights for weeks on end. The chronic anxiety, the panic attacks, after a night of drinking. The racing mind, and speech. The demoralization, when I tried to explain what was going on to Doctors and was told I was a hypochondriac. The horrible intrusive thoughts. The inability to hold a job longer than 6 weeks, because of my mood swings, and exhaustion from lack of sleep, and the rage I could get at the drop of a hat. And the black cloud that would come and sit on my forehead, as I slipped deeper and deeper into the black hole. I think I have it tough now, but those years were unbearable.