The following lyrics to the song by Alice N' Chains named "Nutshell" describes me to an exact "T" where I have been for years, and where I am now. Last night, a family member went through the same bs about bipolar hasn't caused any of my bad decisions, or me getting fired from jobs due to behavior outbursts. I was told make a plan and stick to it. If this person only knew.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

Oooh...Oooh...Oooh...Oooh...

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead

Oooh...Oooh...Oooh...Oooh...