Welcome to the boards. I agree with ELS that you should see you doctor again. Perhaps you need a "cocktail" of medications. Often, two or three medications can give you the desired effect, and counteract negative side effects. I personally take Cymbalt(90mg), Keppra (1500mg), and Wellbutrin(300mg).
I'm not very energetic, because of debilitating migraine headaches, a bad back, bad knees, and I've been diagnosed with chronic depression, panic and anxiety disorder. Even with my current meds, I know I'm depressed, and have the most all the symptoms. My shrink gives me a drepression test every so often to see if I'm getting any better. According to the test, I haven't made any progress in years. Personally, I don't think it's a very good test. There never seems to be anwers that fit me. I just have to pick whatever is closest.
I pretty much don't have any highs or lows, except when I'm really in pain. I'm basicially just flat. I rarely cry (I did cry watching General Hospital the other day) and when I'm really in pain, but otherwise, I just don't do the waterworks. I rarely enjoy myself, its pretty limited to a doll Convention I go to every year for a long weekend. We keep in touch via a messsage board, and then somebody hosts the Convention is whatever city they live in. So far, I've been to Altlanta, Chicago, Seattle, and West Palm Beach. We didn't have one last year. It was due to be in New Orleans, but Hurricane Katrina killed that one off. This year we were in Rochester, NY. Next year, we're going to New Orleans, after hurricane season!
These conventions are literally the only thing I look forward to. We have a reception the first night, then end up getting smashed in the bar. I never drink because of my meds, but I make an exception for the convention. I didn't realize how much drunker you get on the meds. I was drinking double white russians, faster than the the alcohol was catching up with me. I ended up with a brand new drink when everyone else was giving up and going back to their rooms. I proceeded to go watch some sports on the bar TV and ended up talking to this really nice fireman, who was a total HOTTIE!!!
I dropped something and when I bent down to get it and cracked my head squarely on the bar. I dropped like a stone. I must have land on my knee, 'cuz the next morning I had a bruise on my knee cap the size of a baseball. It took two or three people to pick me back up, 'cuz I had bruises all over my body in the shape of fingers. I must have given myself a concussion, 'cuz I don't remember the next half hour or so. I was trashed, and my now amorous fireman help walk me back to my room, which was a good thing, 'cuz I had a long walk back, and I never would have made it without him. Apparently, I saw some of my buddies and had a conversation with them, but I have no recollection of it. Next thing I know, I'm getting prank phone calls, telling me that there's an emergency fire drill, and I must report to the lobby immediately. What a hoot!
I looked like a Klingon the next morning with a big bump on my forehead. I could not figure out how anyone knew that my fireman walked me back to my room. People were making kind of veiled jokes with me all day, and nobody would tell me how they knew about the fireman. It took me all day to finally get someone to fess up that they had seen me on the way back to my room and that I had pointed out my fireman. I still have no recollection of that conversation. That night we had a costume banquet and I had a long blonde wig on. Everbody said I should be a blonde. My fireman even came back to the bar to see me! Needless to say, I had a blast.
I have no friends here in my hometown, so I live vicariously through my convention buddies. It gives me something to look forward to every year. That's pretty much the only thing that keeps me going. The two friends I had when I moved back home, after getting divorced, soon decided that they didn't want anything to do with me, because I had too many health problems to deal with, and they didn't have time to deal with me. Boy, that was a low point for me. I even bought one of them a really nice birthday gift in October, and I didn't even get a thank-you note. Just totally blown off. If it weren't for my parents and my cats, I would be totally alone, which is really depressing.
I guess I'll shut up now, since I've gotten way off topic. Anyway, I hope you can find a combination of meds that will work for you. I find that being flat is better than cycling up and down.
Let us know how you are doing,