About two years ago, I was in a depression (following a mania) that lasted almost two years. I was in bed or on the couch for most of that time.

I got better (in my opinion, thanks to time and meds) and I have clawed my way back. I see friends, shop on occasion, go to the dentist, run some errands, go to a support group, and do stuff around the house.

On the negative side, I am scared to ride or drive in a car, have bad anxiety about my health and my kids, and have a weight problem. I am on disability and that makes me feel a bit on the worthless side as i am 57 and my friends still work.

I see a psychiatrist and two therapists to help me.

I am unhappy because I feel I will never be a regular person again. I feel sort of marginalized. I am up to about 60% of what I was and I don't seem to be improving. I wonder if this is as good as it gets.

I know a lot of people have a lot of different problems and I should appreciate what I have. At least I am out of that terrible depression where I literally couldn't move. But is it wrong to want more?

Any opinions? I hope I expressed this clearly and someone can identify. Thanks.