I would just like to say that when reading the original post on this thread, I felt as though I had myself written it. I haven't been able to hold a job the last few years (the longest lasting about
a year) and am now collecting unemployment. I have okay days and terrible days. I don't believe that other people understand my condition, even those closest to me. My boyfriend and family are supportive and I am thankful, but I still feel as if I have to conceal what I am really dealing with just to appease others. I can't expect them to understand something that they cannot experience, but I feel as if my life was taken from me. I have tried everything that I can think of for treatment, putting myself in great medical debt at times only to have to dig my way back out to a place that is no better than before. The judgement I find hardest to deal with comes from within. My mind sees everything that needs to get done, things that I want to accomplish - whether as small as vacuuming the floor or as big as starting a family - as impossibilities. I beat myself up for not being able to perform basic duties that others do with ease and often a feeling of guilt overcomes me. If I cannot muster the energy to clean a floor or get dressed, how will I ever be able to hold a job or own a business, or have a family. I am only 30 years old and I feel as though the life that I imagined has been taken from me, overnight, and for no discernible reason. I see all the things my friends are able to do, how hard my boyfriend works each day, and I find such little pride in the small accomplishments I can make that I realize to others they must appear as nothings. No, I am not lazy, but my body is. It makes all the things my mind wants to do impossible. To add salt to the wound, on days my body decides to cooperate, my mind decides it is time for a vacation. If all I have to look forward to is being able to get dressed, possibly complete some housework, and then perhaps run an errand (that being a good day), then what am I really living for? I am not depressed, I am not suicidal - I am frustrated with my life and my condition. I know it is out of my control, but I feel ashamed for my existence. I wish everyone could understand that we all want more out of life and this is not a chosen path.