Last night I felt so crappy I took 2 Paxil and I feel like a need a handful today. I told DH for the 50th time that I was not happy and like always he told me why I should be happy. We both have good jobs, we have a huge beautiful home, he can ride his dirt bike on the property and not worry about getting caught, then have a cocktail and jump in the pool! That's all fine and dandy but I need things you cannot see. I want to feel fulfilled, I want to feel like my presence matters, I want to feel like I'm doing the right thing in life.