In college, I sought out a gastroenterologist for my lifelong tummy troubles that seemed to be getting worse. We did a billion tests and didn’t find anything wrong, and at the end of the day my doctor gave me a prescription for antidepressants.
If you’re reading this article, you’re probably the type of person who sees an antidepressant prescription as a huge red flag.
And it is (good job) but in this case, my doctor wasn’t writing off my very real symptoms. My stomach problems were all in my head.
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