winky,

God, do I know that feeling. I'm in it right now except all I have is Klonopin, which I'm addicted to and has become almost useless. But I know how utterly frustrating, hopeless and angry one feels when "there is no there there" to paraphrase Gertrude Stein. Even if you're lucky to have a top shelf doctor who knows his/her stuff and works their butt off to try to figure how to help you, sometimes, as it is in my case, there appears to be no solution. You become like a storm tossed boat, holding on for dear life. And we hold on. And we come out the other side, bruised, battered, disoriented, but alive. Maybe the best we can do is accept. Question the cosmos or God if you want, but at the end of the day, all we can do is accept what we've been given and try to create a life that's workable, comfortable and will allow us to just be.