I've been dealing with this for almost 19 years now. My life has steadily crumbled over that time, despite therapy, groups, different "Strategies", and yes, meds galore.
Outside of five decent years between '96 and '01, when the prozac worked, before it just stopped working, a near suicide, two weeks in the nut hatch, etc, etc, it just keeps getting worse...for example, I was a voracious reader, up until this past fall...I've not read one book outside of a graphic novel or a magazine/newsletter since.
I'm still in therapy, seeing a psychiatrist, soon to be in another group...so, I'm a little offended by all of this "giving up" crap in some of your posts. I'm still trying, however, do I beleive I'll ever get even close to where I was before my life turned upside down at 18? Sadly, No.
If any of you would like to continue this, feel free to contact me via my profile.