I've felt this way as far back as I can remember. Isolated, misunderstood, sad, angry. I've hit a really low period recently, lower than I remember for a long time. I want to lash out, I know it's inappropriate and possibly very dangerous in such a confined environment. I'm restless and tired, my temper shortening like a wick. For years and years I was fed drug after drug to no avail. I know this is interfering in my ability to have a personal life. The irony being it makes me very good at my job, to the point I'm trod upon by management which serves to make me even more irritable. I don't know where to turn, more meds seem like a joke and I'm never in one place long enough to make regular therapy a viable option. I don't know what to do...