When I first received a devastating diagnosis (many years ago), I decided I would try anything other than the toxic medicine that was on offer for my condition.
While sitting in the waiting room at an acupuncturist's office, I became involved in conversation with several others who were also waiting. The inevitable “why are you here” questions started and what followed was a horrifying litany of ailments that everyone was a little too proud to announce. For them, illness was identity.
I decided then and there that I wouldn’t identify as ill. Hell, I wanted to get well. These people were all too happy to be ill so that they had a reason not to engage in life, a ready made excuse for their failure.
Makes me wonder why Leftism isn’t in the DSM.
