Greetings to all of you,I just came upon this board, and was surprised by the amount of posts made here, so I decided to take part. Hopefully I won't be too bothersome to the readers of this post.To introduce myself, I am a 19-year-old Swede. When I was about three months old, my parents first took me to a doctor in the hopes of finding out what was the matter with my stomach, since I apparently had diarrhea problems and such. The years thereafter they've spent prodding and exploring whatever they could think of, to no avail. I've been put through periods of removing lactose and gluten from my diet, in case that caused the problems, none of which helped. As nothing could be found wrong with any physical tests, I was sent to a psychiatrist, but as I was an annoyed young teen, this ended quite swiftly.During my school years, I was away from school at least one day every week, for a long period of time. However, this was never much of a problem, since I was a fast learner, and school back then wasn't difficult. More problematic was the physical education, which I hated since jumping around is never much fun when your stomach starts wanting to turn itself inside-out.However, I've now come to a point in my life where I can't just ignore the problem. Last autumn I applied to a university, moved out of the parental home, and in with my girlfriend. Everything went fine for a month, and then everything suddenly Crashed. My stomach basically went nuts.Suddenly I felt required to sit in the bathroom some four hours per day, with a diarrhea that came and went every now and then, to leave a little present below (excuse me for being personal). This made it impossible to attend lectures and lessons, and with the high tempo of university studies, I was soon left behind my course mates.Since the stomach ache didn't let up for weeks and weeks, I couldn't get back to my studies, and into a dark spiral I went. Soon I found myself in a depression, which perhaps helped the IBS keep stronger. After some two months I agreed to seek medical help, having finally been persuaded by parents and girlfriend that the problems wouldn't just go away, like they had before. After a number of tests, where I was found healthy, they told me I had IBS.Glad to, after so long, find a name for the ghost disease I'd had all my life, I hoped a cure could be found, to let up this dark cloud. Of course, it didn't exist; there were no medicines to use, no magical foodproduct I could stay away from. They gave me some .. fibre thing (inolaxol) and some kind of anticramp pills when the pain was at its worse. The fibres have helped the stool become somewhat less watery, but the pills only gave me a headache. I got a new kind, but it doesn't seem to have any effect.Now it's been eight months. I'm nowhere near able to continue studying, since I neither can get to the lessons, nor make myself study at home because of lack of ambition and belief in my own abilities. The depression has taken lust for life away from me, and I am left feeling incredibly stupid. Where my mind usually sored through problems before, it now trudges on like treacle.The biggest problem of all, however, is that when this depression hit, I lost all contact with the more powerful emotions. Love was totally gone from my life, along with passion for anything. The only way I can describe it is if you imagine an emotional scale, where I was blocked from the highest and lowest ends. Not feeling love for someone you know you've loved with such an incredible spectrum of emotions is awful. And not only for me.Some months ago, I had a breakthrough of sorts. I found my feelings again, and cried for the first time in months. Unfortunately, I also found that the love I once felt for my girlfriend was gone. This does not help rid a depression. I suppose I drifted from the point of the post.When one has to sit in the bathroom a large part of the day, how does one lead a normal life? How does one study or work? I can't see how I am supposed to support myself in the future, when I can't move myself out of the bathroom. And how does one get rid of the goddamn depression that is the consequence of this lifestyle? Should I ask the doctor for antidepressants? Will they make me discover love again?How do you all survive?