I fear I won't have hope again. My therapist and I discussed this today. I'm scared, fearful and oh so so tired. When I was diagnosed last June with BP, I had hope. I thought I finally had an answer to what was wrong with me and that I would magically find the right meds and ride off into the sunset. Boy, was I WRONG! My "hope tank" is about empty. I love hope! Hope is up there with hypomania! It's a wonderful feeling! I haven't felt it in a really long time. Does that answer anything or is that just confusing?