Today I was reminded why I do what I do for a living and what pulled me off the track of the life I had before-after becoming very ill. No one believed me. I was dreadfully unwell and no one heard me. They said it was all in my head. My story is long. Some of you know it and others perhaps don't. But, in the end, I won the battle over my struggles. I ended up going back to school. I saved myself. And after getting my Ph.D., I managed to change lives all around the world for the better. My heart has always been in reaching out-regardless of the way in which I would do so (the old me or the post-illness me)- from that place deep inside of my heart.Today I heard someone's tears because SHE too was not believed. She is stuck inside of a body that isn't working the way it is supposed to. Today I am reminded that my choice to help so many people like her was a really important thing-for others, but for me as well.
Today I feel really blessed to have gone down a road that I did not know would ultimately lead to where I am today.
Dr.M
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I am so grateful for your
I am so grateful for your change in course and dedication to helping others who are wrongly accused. I know time and time again I have been told I need antidepressants and what I am doing is only killing me or making the situation more dire, and what I am feeling is not real or cannot be explained. It is a dark and difficult place to be. Thank you for being there to listen to me cry and complain and stuck by me, never missing a beat to provide encouragement that has gotten me through so many dark and hopeless days and nights. Most of the time this is the only place I feel understood. Thank you!
When I was in the darkest
When I was in the darkest moments of my unwellness one Dr. gave me a prescription-I cannot remember now what it was, but he did not tell me it was an antidepressant. OMG- a week later I was laughing at the most ridiculous things. I realized right away what he did, because I was still in a massive amount of discomfort but laughing at things inappropriately. I looked up what he had given me and realized what had happened. I was furious and called him to say that I could not believe he had done that. He was a gastroenterologist! That was a huge wake up call along the road of my healing that made me realize once more at the time, that help was not going to come from the sources that I had thought. It wasnt until about two years later-studying and studying that I came upon my first Chinese medicine book. I had been told by so many doctors I had a mental problem. It is so very sad.
I am so grateful to you Matia
I am so grateful to you Matia for spending your career helping people with IC. Not being believed is such a horrible feeling and to come to you and be understood, believed and given back hope was a day I'll never forget. xx