I’m not sure the extent to which this dis-ease may have been in my body prior to its full manifestation, but I do know that the year that it fully manifested was a fearful year for me. And not in an entirely “bad” way.
In graduate school I solidified my preferred modality of therapy: Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT). Yes indeedy, it was logical, it was empirically sound. It fit me. I liked it.
I’m not a fan of meds. I’m more so not a fan of the big business that is made off of the meds. One infusion treatment costs the price of a car or a reasonable down payment on a house (pre-2021, another story).