My diagnosis - severe depression, binge disorder formerly bulemia, anxiety, phobias, and the jury is out - some think bipolar.I was physically abused, neglected and was in the hands of a pedophile for 3 years. At 18, I married a person that battered me every day - tried to kill me 3 times and raped me. I stayed married for 12 years.
When I was 19, I was ill with kidney, bladder infections for a year or so - Went to 7 gp, specialists - all they
focused on was my depression. When I collapsed and they did ER surgery. They found a cantalope size tumor - it had damaged my bladder, ovaries and tubes, appendix etc. My family didn't support me with this "near" death experience nor any of the many follow-up surgeries.

For ME, depression has lost me the ability for my DR to look at me objectively. It has made me an outcast in the world that I live in because I cannot seem to conform. There seems to be a magic formula for living and I don't have it. I moved out of my home town because I wanted my sister to have the life that she wanted, She was deeply embrassed to have a sister such as me.

I had asked my GP to send me to an allergist - she sent me to a ENT.
I'm sorry, I'm venting - just frustrated. My best friend was to take me tomorrow but she whimped out. Not the first time. Going thru these procedures, having to take taxies all the time when I'm drugged up makes me uncomfortable - it disorientates me.