When the only thing "wrong" with you is that you were diagnosed with the wrong thing.
Imagine having problems breathing as a teen. You see a doctor, you’re diagnosed with asthma, you’re given an Advair prescription and an inhaler and you’re good to go. Or, you’re supposed to be. But imagine that the inhaler doesn’t work. Imagine that you still have trouble breathing, even when you use it as directed. You share your concerns with your doctor and they change your medication to Symbicort, then Albuterol, then Dulera. Over time, you start having to seek help for other problems, too – migraines, insomnia, memory loss, excessive fatigue. You’re easily irritable, so they think you might have a mood disorder; you have concentration issues, so they say you have ADHD. Neither Tylenol nor Ibuprofen helps the headaches; Melatonin, Ambien, Lunesta, Sonata won’t give you the rest you need. You’re advised to decrease stress, to change your diet, to cut caffeine. You take all the pills you’re given, as prescribed, and you continue to use your inhaler every day. But you ...