Like some of you, my doctor grew impatient with my complaints. Since "nothing showed up" I guess I was healthy. Right. I gave up a prestigious career and I was all of a sudden alone. People looked right through me when I used A cane, it's as if I don't exist. I become enraged and then ashamed. I have become reclusive. Ps I do see a therapist . Does anyone begin to doubt themselves. Am I just lazy and unfit? I appreciate the encouragement from this site. It's the first words I have heard from you who accept your FMG and want to live and fight it. Thank you for writing and reading.