I know med aren't a cure all but still I wanted to vent. I've been taking them. I'm happy I'm finally taking them but still something feels wrong. On the surface I don't feel much and really it seems like I'm a having good days. But really just underneath that I feel like I'm going cry and throw up. I feel like peices of me have broken off and/or are trapped behind a glass wall where I can see them but can't touch them and the thought of them I just push down because I don't want to let them ruin my good days. But the more I run from them the more inflamed they get. I'm just so disappointed I just want to be happy. Really happy not this medical induced happy I feel now.