I don’t think I can get to Mayo. I wish I could.
I do feel totally misunderstood by the many, many doctors I have seen. Seems like by now our issues would be credible.
What they offer me is antidepressant, and I have tried several. I do not tolerate any I have been prescribed. I feel so adrift and searching the internet for some clue as to what has helped someone else. I know it is a fools errand because our symptoms are so different and particular to each case. But, I have tried lots of different things that have worked for others.
I get what you mean when you say moderation, and I believe I am not pushing myself. I rarely leave my home except for a few healthcare people I still see. I often comment to my husband that these appointments are a waste of time, but I can’t really give up. My family is very supportive or I would not have made it this far.
If I felt stable maybe I could think of myself as the recovering heart patient or recovering athlete.
My symptoms are worsening and I can’t help but panic to think where I will be in 3-6 months when I’m barely functioning now. It has taken me sixteen months to get in the shape I’m in now.