I feel like I'm on this planet alone. I'm at the worst place of my life. I've had emotional issues all my life. I'm 53 now. I live in my parents home because I've had such a terrible time holding down a job over the years. My dad has always hated me. As far as he's concerned I'm just a lazy little (I'll let you fill in the blank). Because of my condition, I've pretty much lived my life in seclusion. The only one I could really depend on was my mom, but she passed away last July. We were very good friends. It was just a couple of years ago that I was diognoses as bipolar, although the doctor was never firm on that, even though he's medicating me as bipolar. (?) For 8 years I had been diognosed with major depression. My days are pretty rocky, but seldom think in terms of bad days and good days as much as I look at good moments and bad moments. I have a lot of problems with fatigue and just feel totally drained most of the time, but now I am left to take care of my dad, who as I said, has always hated me, was abusive to both me and my mom. I never realized how much my poor mother had to do for him and now I am left to do it in spite of my on challenges. He's a worse task master than I ever thought about being to myself when I am in full blown mania. I have no money or car, and I am totally stuck. I could sit here and write for days about this living hell. It's like some kind of twisted B movie plot. I'm sorry y'all. Thanks for letting me vent. I just need to know some one can hear me.