Lost in Hawaii

So I hate to sound whiny and perhaps a person as lucky as myself shouldn't be asking for help, but here it goes anyway...

I'm a 27 year old law student in my final year. I'm smartish. I have an IQ of 153. I'm bipolar (self diagnosed but confirmed by a psychologist) and I have ADHD (also diagnosed by my psychologist and a psychiatrist). I occasionally slip into depression and while I recognize that the things I focus upon when I am depressed are blown out of proportion, at the same time I'm sure that they are real issues. The depression only makes the things that are bothering me acutely clear. Essentially, I have become increasingly less active in my own life. Before I finished high school my father informed me that if I desired his help in paying for college I would have to commit to becoming a doctor, a lawyer, or an engineer. Because I was nowhere near as good at maths as he was and because I quite enjoyed debate club in high school I chose to become a lawyer. The other added bonus of picking law was that this allowed me to study what I wanted in undergrad. I chose to be a Japanese language and Literature major with a second major in East Asian studies. I had been studying Japanese from freshman year of highschool and over the years only grew more fond of it. By the time I was getting ready to get my bachelors and take the LSAT I had become fairly certain that I wanted to continue graduate studies in Japanese. I called my father and told him of my intentions to pursue graduate studies in Ancient Japanese and he flew across the country from California to Washington D.C. to explain to me the error of my ways. He also wanted to make sure that I didn't sabotage my LSAT. My father made plenty of logical arguments that I really couldn't contend with and so I went ahead and took the LSAT and started steeling myself for law school. My parents also wanted me to learn Chinese so that I might be able to assist my father if he were to ever expand his business to China. While I really wanted to apply to the JET program to be a CIR, as a sign of good faith I applied to some elite program at the best university in Taiwan that promised fluency in a year (I'd already done some Chinese in undergrad.). I got accepted to the program but I was never really happy and when one of my Japanese professors sent an e-mail out to the majors asking if anyone was still considering working in Japan, I jumped at the offer. I quietly applied for the position, got a visa and after it was too late for me to go to Taiwan informed my parents of my decision. They were not thrilled, to say the least, but they couldn't stop me and so off I went. What followed were two of the greatest years of my life. I ended up teaching English to elementary and middle-school children in 6 different villages. I joined the local taiko drumming team and kabuki theater troupe. I took part in local festivals some of which a foreigner had never before been involved in. I had a community and happiness to boot. But my parents reminded me that I had promised to go to law school. After two years I declined the offer to re-contract as a teacher and enrolled in law school in what most people would consider paradise, Hawaii.

I did my best to tell myself that I liked law school and made it through the first semester with a certain amount of enthusiasm but gradually I began to have more frequent and more violent fits of depression. I began to experience a great deal of dissatisfaction with where I was and what I was doing. I initially chalked this up to a lack of close friends, but now that I am in my third year I'm sure that this is not in fact the case. I have a very good circle of friends now and so my problems are not really social. Instead I think my problems are much more deep rooted. The amount of work I'm able to convince myself to do for my classes is only decreasing and I can't bring myself to do things that are supposedly for my own good anymore. I used to procrastinate and then be struck by genius and then produce great work but now I just simply procrastinate until I have a huge bout of depression and then I just produce anything I can and turn it in. Things I thought I enjoy have actually started to lose their appeal.

Even when I'm "happy" or when I'm manic, there's always a feeling lurking in the background telling me that I'm lying to myself and that I'm not where I should be. The problem is that I have spent so long simply doing what I'm told that I don't actually know what I like anymore. I don't even know what I want to do with my life.

How can I get my life back? How do I figure out what I'd like to do for work? The first semester of my last year of law school is coming to a close and while I ostensibly have a plan for post graduation, I've taken no steps to make it come to fruition. In fact I've even put off doing things that are required for me to graduate.

I'm lost. How do I find myself again?

As a side note, I'm posting on a newly created alternate account because I don't want people associating this with my main. Although, given the amount of information I've divulged about myself it wouldn't be hard to figure out who I am.

note: Thanks very much for your support and suggestions. I'll try to keep on working and hopefully I'll find something that inspires me soon.