As I wrote in the first part of my story, the illness hit me pretty hard. Next, I consistently describe its progress over the years.
I deliberately omit some details in the treatment protocols and the measures that I applied. I will write about this in more detail in the following parts.
Towards the end of my third decade, my life began to change. Nutrition, regime, attitude to the outside world. Everything changed.
But not because I read all the best books in the world, reached Everest and attained enlightenment. Not. Everything changed under pressure. And my worst enemy was breaking me.