I read a few of the posts and almost everyone of the author was blaming it all their problems on some kind of "syndrome". I used to do the same. I cried because I was depressed. I took medications that didn't work. I attempted suicide once but I'm so fucking stupid it failed. At some point I realized that not everyone was put on this earth to be happy. Why? I struggled with that for a long time. Then it came to me; we are the contrast that gives meaning to the happy. If everyone were happy and well adjusted who would know, there would be nothing to compare it to. Itís only by seeing that they are better than you and me that they know they are happy. We are the black background that gives meaning to the colors and white space of the tapestry of our lives. So I learned my lesson. It doesnít help to whine and complain because I am the person I am meant to be. The fact that I hate everyday that I wake up and hope to hell that I am fat and out of shape enough that I do not survive my first heart attack, which could happen any day if GOD is merciful. I am now 52 and I came to understand all of this about 15 years ago. I explained this to my shrink and he had me committed for 13 weeks; which cost me my job, my wife and even my kids wouldn't speak to me by the time I got out. I walked into my ex-shrinks office, interrupting a session, said "fuck you" and walked out. Since then I have accepted my station in life and life is almost tolerable. I just had to learn to quit fighting it. I am who I was intended to be so there is no point complaining and fighting it.