I know I shouldn't have anything to complain about. I have a roof over my head, food, transportation, a loving and supportive family - everything that one could want. But I also have this bipolar thing going on. It turns everything to gray mush. I can't be happy because maybe I'll be too happy, I can't be sad because maybe I'll be too sad. I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I can't seem to ever be at ease.