Who am I to judge? If I were given a tentative diagnosis like the one in that letter one that clearly could be CBS I can honestly say my partner and I would likely fall into a deep slough of anxiety or depression after reading up on it. I can only imagine, with some horror, how that kind of uncertainty and fear might affect our sense of self and our choices.
If that moment became a turning point one that spurred me to live differently, to seek solace, purpose, or even healing who am I to question that path? It’s easy to critique from a distance, far harder to grasp what it feels like to live in the shadow of something that might, or might not, define the rest of your life.