When my skin went crazy last year, I was filled with a sense of hopelessness and despair. I knew that my mom’s skin had become inflamed and caused her over 10 years of misery, and some of the best doctor’s in the country had been able to do nothing lasting for her. I have always been told how much alike my mom and I were, and I *knew* I was likely to endure the same fate. After all, if over 20 doctors at Mayo Clinic couldn’t solve the problem, what chance did I have? This mindset contributed to my misery, as I saw no future but one filled with suffering.
There’s an old saying often attributed to Henry Ford, “Whether you believe you can do a thing or not, you are right.”