I also take psych. meds. Fortunately mine work very well for me, but it wasn't always so. It took many years to find some that worked for me that I didn't mind the side effects of. Happiness is.
I sometimes imagine that I'm standing on my head in the corner you mentioned. Trying to get my obstinate optimism together. Like like some kind of a zen yoga exercise. I know, sounds crazy. You might be amazed at the intellectual lengths I go to to find sanctity. Often it works, other times it seems that there's no end to my quandaries, this is frustrating. My advice, refuse to let it kill you. I mean immunity may be epicurean absurdity but alluvium aloof impunity may be within reach, or so I find.
You know, I like to think I have an understanding of the nature of literacy, but so many times when I comment people they tell me I totally missed the point. In fact, just the other day this guy read me the riot act over a comment I left him. He told me I must be shallow and thoughtless. After much amelioration on my part we finally came to a peaceful detente, still I had to wonder at how I could be so dense. Poetry is often abstract and or highly emotional, I find it easy to misconstrue or even have no apparent comprehension of it in fact. Personally I say just have fun and keep an open mind, we're here for each other, enjoy!!
PS: You didn't understand "Dream"? It's just my hopeless romantic speaking of his infatuation with the feminine mystique.
Don't feel that way. There are few english speaking people that even relate the fact, a lot of the time, that I'm speaking english. Seriously, I get this complaint a lot. I think maybe I'm the dummy for thinking people are going to relate my sesquipedalian banter!! Try "The Quest" or "Banner" or "Ransom" or even "Dream" though the latter may seem somewhat inappropriate. You'll find I'm not a complete loony tune.