I figured I might as well bring this full circle and check back in to say that I ended up retiring (at an "early" age) from the workforce. It's because I believe I can't do a good job and be at peace with the demands of a full-time position, with my symptoms raging as they have been for so long. Plus I've started to wonder what the point of working even is, if life is so unbearable. Really, it's impossible to rationalize. Still, it has been a very difficult decision, and I keep wondering if I'll regret it eventually (like when I run out of money), but it has gotten to the point where I'm not sure I even have a choice anymore. So... done deal.
I'm so angry and sad. I hate what has happened to my life. I'm probably going to go out somewhere where no one can hear me and scream bloody murder until I run out of oxygen.
Thanks for listening. This forum continues to help (and I feel guilty about not having participated a lot recently--things have just been That... Bad... )