I like Raddad's analogy of "Fortress of Solitude". Nobody outside of my wife, a couple of friends, my boss, and this forum know about
my situation. This is personal battle, not a public one.
Like has already been mentioned, I truly hate what this disease has done to me, not so much physically but mentally. The physical symptoms can be dealt with; it's the mental changes that are less manageable. It's usually the first thought that pops into my head each morning and the last thing I think of when falling to sleep. That is, when I sleep.
I try to exercise at least an hour a day, four to five days a week and that definitely helps.
I have my Harley to work on, too. Hours spent out in the garage twisting wrenches are hours I don't think about my illness. Unfortunately, I'm running out of chrome doo-dads to bolt on!
But with Spring coming, my time twisting wrenches in the garage will be supplanted with time twisting the throttle out on the road. There's nothing like two-wheel therapy to clear one's mind. That's why you don't see motorcycles parked outside the psychiatrist's office.