I'm no fun to be around either, and I'm married. At least I don't have children at home. This life is exhausting, if you can call it that. Sleeping, getting up, coffee, meds, eating, exercise (if I can force myself), meds, sitting, tv, eating, sitting... tea, meds, sleeping. I'm so crippled by anxiety that I can't get out of the house by myself, and my spouse seems to never want to go anywhere with me. It's hard to even get him to go to the grocery store. He distances his self from me. We never really talk. I have never felt so alone while living with someone in my whole life. I don't want to go on either, but I don't want to hurt my daughter or have any effect on her graduating from school. Not that she talks to me much. I have no friends. Only one that lives on the other side of the state, and we hardly talk. I do know your brand of anger and hatred very well. You're not alone, that's for sure. Count the people here. Then count the people that could be here if they knew about this place, then imagine how many people in the world are suffering from this horrible bipolar misery. Millions?