On reflection, I have probably been battling with this illness in a lesser form since I was a teenager. However, it's only been in the last 4 years that my health has taken a real downward slide (following a replacement of a large amalgam dental filling). My point is that not a day goes by that I am not thinking about my illness. I'm not depressed, but I have been at various times. I suppose feeling constantly worn down and imprisoned in my home will have that effect. I know that others battle along in their own way, but how does any previously active, organizing, energetic person ever really cope? My life is my illness - my illness is my life. Any ideas?