Hi there! Welcome!
I think we can all relate to your story. I've been dealing with IBS for over 20 years and I know in the beginning, when I was still in my 20's, I felt the way you do. It's certainly not a "glamorous" disease or disorder, huh? Not one that's very easy to discuss or disclose. Not exactly a "water cooler" conversation starter.
I too have found great comfort through my faith. I believe that all suffering has some redemptive quality to it and that good can come from hardship. This sometimes crippling "syndrome" has forced me to do things I might not have done otherwise and,for the most part, all those things are positive.
Friends that lacked compassion and empathy eventually got weeded out. Jobs that were too stressful were jettisoned for better, more lifestyle friendly, employment. Hopelessness and depression forced me to continue to seek help in alternative treatments which have been quite helpful. Frustration and embarrassment compelled me to talk about my problem and confide in friends who could understand. Necessity forced me to get over my inhibitions about "pooping" in public places.
As a result of all these things I now have a small but wonderful group of friends who always come to me when they have tummy troubles! I have a wonderful job that brings me great joy and zero stress (and complete access to private toilets!). I have a great naturopathic doctor who not only spends inordinate amounts of time with me discussing my tummy, but really "gets it" as well. I found these message boards where I can come for support and encouragement, as well as info on all the new "remedies" people have discovered.
You have to try and change the way you view everything when you have IBS. I know how difficult this can be, especially when you are young and trying to make a good life for yourself. I pray constantly for the strength to accept this gracefully. I try to focus on all the many blessings in my life. I try to spend time with people who are much, much worse off. And when I am really down in the dumps and feeling like I can't go on, I curl up on the couch with my heating pad and cry! But now, after all this time, I know that the bad days will pass and the good will return.