diagnosed at 17 but had since 14 - chronic ulcerative colitis
lactose intolerance
diagnosed at 4 - myopia
chronic rhinitis
scoliosis
cyfosis
It really is a myth that everyone around you is perfectly healthy. Sure, some people are healthier. I know what it's like, at 17 I had to start taking cortizone and now I still take at least 8 pills a day, and probably will do for the rest of my life. I still feel like a freak sometimes. All you can do is deal with it. I think you've just been unlucky with the people you've spoken to so far. There are people who can relate. Of course others won't, and sometimes it sucks to have to missi out or rearrange your life because of illness. But that's the way it is. And I agree, doctors suck and it takes time to find one that you like and actually chooses the right treatment. Each body is different and will respond better or worse to different treatments. Keep looking for the right doctor for you.
I don't have crohn's but ulcerative colitis is also an IBD. Unlike Martian, I have yet to find the right balance. It's really hard, I'm not the most in tune person with my body and it takes real effort to find out what works for you. I avoid certain foods but sometimes it's not the food, it's stress, nad other times I have no idea. But I agree with Martian, it really is about making time for change and making a real effort and accepting what you can't change. It won't go away completely but it can be controlled.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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