"My ME" sounds like "Miami", but has nothing to do with a sandy beach

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I am a ME victim since I am 29. I spent 3 years before finding my condition on my own. I was very fed up with all stupid persons including doctors in medicine believing my disease was "in my head", that is a psychological stuff. I visited some psychiatrists who confirmed I had no mental trouble (I am a psychologist and also have a PhD in Management, that does not imply I am clever or perfectly balanced, but we can admit I am not totally stupid either). Then I managed to go to Paris to valid my beliefs. You are right and good luck, since there is not much to do, the doctor said. Well...indeed.

I have to say that luck is not enough. I had to find an enormous psychological strenght, and some help. Today I can say I feel a little bit better. But I still do not work. I lost many things, on an economic viewpoint, but also my husband and probably a part of my dignity. But I can say I am lucky since people such as my parents and some friends help me now.

As I write these few words, I understand that I should write a book - in french, my mother tongue which I write and speak much better, fortunately. Because there is so much to say about ME. ME is a nightmare, and the fact that too many people, including doctors, still say it does not exist, amplifies the hardness of the condition. However, I have learnt a lot about me, about people, about what life is.