I'm currently taking medicine for depression and anxiety, and even though I spend most of my free time in bed or staring at walls, I'm numb, rather than falling apart every other day or fighting the urge to throw myself into traffic. As far as my own impossibly low standards go, this is an improvement. 

I had a migraine today, and had to conduct some business that unfortunately couldn't be handled online or through the mail. 
I was feeling crummy, and it was getting progressively worse, likely due to stress, but I tried really hard to ignore it. That is, until I stumbled, hit my side pretty hard on a sharp table, forgot how to speak, and then rushed to the bathroom crying. 

I stayed in there for a while because I just couldn't stop crying. My head was hurting, the lights and sounds were too much, and I couldn't seem to answer everyone's questions. It felt like an overload of sorts.

I pretty much just gave up, and my mom had to finish it for me. (She doesn't know about my mental health struggles, and I've given up trying to explain them to my family, so she just assumed that it was my headache making me sick.)

Now, I'm back at home, hiding out in my room because I can't get over how stupid and childish I must have looked. Falling over myself from stress, stumbling over every word, and then just giving up and letting my mom handle my business while I cry in a bathroom...

Why can't I be normal? Why can't the medicine just do its job? 
Or maybe I'm beyond help?