Woke up feeling hugely disappointed in all the people/doctors in my life, over 50+ years, that were just fine accepting the narrative that I was just a miserable, broken, hard to live with mess without any one digging deeper or even just really LISTENING to me and BELIEVING me...the clues were all there.
So. That's fun. But I can only assume this is one of the stages of acceptance/grief to a late in life diagnosis.
