You're welcome. Like the author of the story that prompted all of this, I've come to the conclusion that we need to be more honest and open about these things. If nothing else, just telling my family and a few of my friends got me past a lot of hurdles. I could stop faking things so much, I didn't have to hide from them. That required an immense amount of my already very limited energy to pull off. But, it's also helped some of my friends and people around me to realize that, yes, they could in fact go to therapy or talk about their problems and not it didn't mean they were bad people or something.
How did you find a therapist? It's tough realizing that maybe my unhappiness isn't due to my job, it might just be me. I'm worried that my entire life is going to spent job and home hopping in an attempt to find something not miserable.