I sure can commiserate. I know that panic well. In fact, now I'm fighting the urge to open a new tab and investigate iron deficiency. If I let go of the reins, it'd take me <12 seconds to determine I've got an iron deficiency and that's why I feel like shit. I've done it with lyme's disease, lead in the water, tapeworms, parasites, ankylosing spondylitis, ménière's disease, even gigantism before I finished growing... on and on and on. Okay, fine. You've got low iron. So what? Your doctor's not worried about it, and it doesn't explain your symptoms. You've got TMS. In fact, I think you can add this episode to your evidence sheet! You've been red-herring'd again! It's a good thing. It means - even though it doesn't feel like it - there's nothing wrong with you.
So... congrats?
I'm up and down all and all over the place. Pretty confused about what exactly I'm supposed to be doing. Journaling more consistently and doing nothing at all both seem like viable options, and they seem opposed to each other. Journaling narrows my vision and heightens my symptoms, but maybe that will eventually lead to progress. Doing nothing, at least when I'm doing nothing 'well,' often eases my symptoms... but I'm not sure it'll get me further than background pain... say 3 or 4/10. And then eventually my frustration about 3/10 ramps it back up to 7/10.
A note you may be able to relate to. Early on, when anxiety and depression started for me (late to mid teens), my blood pressure readings were always high. The doctors always dismissed it as 'nerves,' but needless to say I've worried about. Paying attention to my heart beat has become a debilitating obsession superseded only by neck pain. After fretting about it for 10 years now, and avoiding readings entirely... my therapist took some readings over the last few weeks. Turns out, it's fine. My point is.... think of all that wasted energy. If I tally it all up... I bet I spent 3 full years of those 10 worried about a problem that I didn't even have. It's like I spent 3 years in a jail cell... a jail cell that was just a box painted on grass without any walls.
So... don't jail yourself !
Your Comrade,
Tyler