I'm always at a loss to describe what I feel like I'm going through - and when you're met with blank stares and resistance, agitation even - well, I've never felt more alone.  But then I isolate myself b/c I anticipate no one understanding - so now I AM alone - left with no source of measure, no hard, unmoving spot to lean again - it's just whatever world my brain chooses to create, and it real then, completely real.  The best way I've thought to describe it is like a mental heartburn, a generalized uncomfortable-ness - I'm not settled at all - not satisfied - and I feel completely alone in this.  I'm having trouble with PMS - things get absoutley out of control in my head and I end up saying things or doing things I can't take back - and worst of all they aren't good representations of who I am - but still I'll pay for them - I spill them out of me and into reality.  My partner isn't very supportive here - he doesn't understand and also takes a tough love approach to my stress/anxiety and worse, gets upset with me about it.  It just sends everything spinning.  I certainly don't want my symptoms coddled but I do need the support - the warmth and compassion.

Man.  I'll be this way the rest of my life I figure.  It's a harder struggle than I thought.