This just randomly occurred to me as a possible explanation of my recent plummetting into the extreme sense despair that I've been feeling lately. Two years ago, I was doing two unrelated masters degrees at the same time--which I finished, both summa cum laude, in the time it usually takes to complete one, took the LSAT and blew it away. At that time, I was also working full time, I worked out 3 hours a day, and ran a marathon. And I don't actually have a particularly high IQ, and was never athletic before. During that time, I also had more sex than most people have during their entire lives--I frequently cheated on the woman I was engaged with at the time, and left her because I thought I could do better. I went out with friends and drank copious amounts of alcohol EVERY night. I was a narcissistic scumbag, in other words. Then I came to law school, continued the above pattern for a couple months, then suffered a major physical injury, followed by a stream of completely unsuccesful relationships--am hopelessly attached emotionally still to one of them, who clearly has no interest in me anymore. I find it an unsurmountable effort to study for one hour. I don't care about my courses, I don't read for pleasure, I don't even clean my room. I haven't been to the gym in 2 months. I don't feel like I have a single person in law school who I would call a close friend. I sit around and feel sorry for myself, feeling lonely, editing my suicide note, and having to make a huge effort to resist drinking a whole bottle of morphine to put myself out of my misery. BTW, my sister has bipolar (untreated) and both my grandfathers committed suicide .