I've been living with this illness for several years, but was only diagnosed six months ago thanks to various stimulants and psychotropics I was prescribed over the years that had been masking my symptoms. I have been through all 5 stages of grief and yet, despite having found acceptance, I can't seem to stop looking backward. Every morning I wake up remembering another sign, another symptom I should have caught (there were several). It's driving me crazy. Has this happened to you? If so, how do you move on? How do you forgive yourself, your family and all of those sh*tty doctors who looked at you like you we're a head case? There's a huge part of me that wants to write to all of those doctors and flash my VO2 max levels in their faces. I am so angry and frustrated. What has helped bring you closure in all of this?