Before he died, one of the last things my grandfather told my brother is that "life is a farce." He went on to explain that no matter what you do, in the end it's all for nothing--it's just a big joke.

I wonder if he's right, or if I just haven't found the right combination of meds yet. I've bought five self-help books in the last two weeks, and I'm hoping that if I actually read them, I will become a normal person. Wish me luck.