I was diagnosed 14 years ago. To be honest, it was a relief to be diagnosed. My life was so messed up that I was about to end it. I knew something was severely wrong, but had no idea how to deal with it. Luckily my next door neighbor was a pdoc and caught me in time. It changed my life. I accepted it, but it took me two years of failed work searching to accept that I needed to be on SSDI. It’s been a long struggle, but I’m finally, just in the past 12 months, creating a life that is not all aboutbecoming stable. I greatly prefer knowing that I have a MI and working hard to live a positive life, rather than not knowing and ultimately ending it all. I wouldn’t be here now if I hadn’t been saved by my neighbor.