i was already sick in the mind.more mental disorder's than i care to admit.then roughly 3 years ago my body decided-hey,i'm checking out to.but they way they are leaves me in a state of uncontrollable suffering and pain.only 35 and near bed ridden,i cry silent tears daily as i lay alone in pain.begging for help,a doctor to be engaged in my care.to at least ease the sharpness,take the edge off-something.but not leave me to rot away with no treatments at all.hardly any testing but many useless pills thrown at me.they made me more sick and i refused to take them or any more till some honest work was done.i got blatantly ignored,my pain noticed but given little to no recognition.hardly by family,i have no friends-i don't have endurance for that now-even my therapist has pretty much had to give up.so where does it leave me?in such pain i can hardly interact with anything and lay in my bed,everyday in all kinds of pain.