One young woman I interviewed told me, “I wish doctors had just looked me in the eye and said, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with you. But I believe you. And one day we’ll figure it out.’ I would have had so much more confidence in that person. To have the arrogance to believe we know everything about everything! The number of physicians who said, ‘There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just depressed’—well, it was so demeaning.”
