At the age of eighteen, I was a victim in a horrific automobile accident which took my right arm. My mother asked if I was angry at God for doing this to me, and I replied, "God didn't do this, but He stepped in to save my life." The point is this, I could be jealous of what others have that I don't, whether that's normal concentrations of brain serotonin or a right arm, but I count myself lucky for what I do have, and I'm proud to be a survivor and to wear my courage like a badge of honor. Dealing with BP is extremely difficult, but think of it like this, we have THE FULL RANGE OF EMOTIONS and sensitivities that other "normal people" will never experience or know. Trust in the Creator - He doesn't make mistakes.