That’s what I told myself some years ago. I faced a problem others had faced before me. The problem was a physical illness not recognized by the medical profession.
My version of this old story had a twist, I was a medical doctor myself and not a garden variety doctor, but a professor at a medical school with tenure with a list of accomplishments of the sort one needs for tenure, publications and invited speaking engagements and research as well as a clinical practice.
It wasn’t until I accepted myself as a patient that I began to get better.