You finally get medicated. Life is good, you no longer feel sad and you can achieve anything you set your mind to. A few years go by, and you begin to realize that despite the medication, you still aren't improving. You can do more, and you feel happier doing it, but you aren't really going anywhere with it. You begin feeling lost. You start trying different avenues, trying to find the one that fits and will let you get somewhere in life. You feel more and more lost as you run down street after street, often only travelling far enough to get a taste, but never enough to achieve any real competence. You start becoming panicked. Why can't you actually achieve anything? Why isn't this leading anywhere? You realize you're sad, you feel empty and unfulfilled. You can't maintain a grip on a specific hobby or career because you've become impatient. You're back where you started.