I'm Jenny and I can relate to a lot of the postings here. I've been battling with the following: Bipolar II, PTSD, OCD and Panic Disorder. I've been hospitalized four times of which three have been in the past five years.

For me, almost everything is an effort. If I stay at home and try to isolate myself from too much outside stimulation, I somehow set myself up for back-to-back projects that (at least in my mind) will help me bring order to my life.

If I try to socialize, I feel like I'm the only person in the room even if there are 20 people in the room. I'm not patient, I get overwhelmed, I'm often frustrated and although I really try to make it otherwise, I'm bitter. But honestly, if you put 20 people in the room with you, 19 would say "she really has it together" and what they really don't know is I'm exhausted 99% of the time just trying to keep up with life.

My goal in life (which feels impossible) is to simply feel like I fit in somewhere - anywhere.