The most discouraging thing that I was told was that my abdomen and back pain were due to gallbladder disease and that I would have to have my gallbladder removed. This was discouraging because it has turned out to be a mistake and it has put me in a place of distrust. The doctor that gave me this diagnosis never did a physical exam on me, and was unwilling to send me to a specialist, though he was perfectly willing to let me undergo surgery that I didn't need. I spent six plus months trying to figure out what was wrong with me, going through a number of tests and exams. A few weeks ago I was at my wit's end with it all, thinking that I was never going to get better and that there was no one who could help me figure out what was happening. I had to make a decision on whether I was going to go ahead with surgery or keep looking for answers. I chose the later, got a new doctor who disagreed with the diagnosis. At this point, everything serious has been ruled out. I had a very cathartic experience on the evening of Day 2, where after talking out some anger I had that was present-tense based, I realized that I was really angry about some stuff in the past, and thanks to a loving and supportive spouse, I felt safe to express that vocally and really go into it, exploring that anger as regret. I broke down and cried for over an hour. Something I haven't done in years. My symptoms seem to worsen a little the next day until we talked about the feelings again, and the pain and tension released.