When I was a year into medical school, I knew something was really wrong with me, and it kept getting worse. At one point, I even told my fiancé she shouldn't marry me.I had fatigue, brain fog, and inflammation to the point of visible nodules. After all kinds of tests and bloodwork, no doctors could help me—and I talked to a lot.I suffered for a year and a half, scared to death, but during that time, I sought out mentors in various fields. I revisited biochemistry and learned to focus on the bod