Hope nd has helped me get through the worst of my experiences with IBS. The other thing I needed was acceptance. When my IBS was at its worst, I felt badly about everything in my life. I didn't want to be around anyone and was really close to dropping out of college. My mom (who is a therapist) basically told me to suck it up and realize that things were going to get better. I think that sometimes you have to accept the way things are now, and hope for things to get better in the future. Now I am dealing with something I can't explain again and I'm torn. I feel like I need to accept it, figure out to deal with it, and hope that it will get better. It's hard, though. I'm glad for the reminder that what I needed before is probably the same thing I need now: a positive attitude and patience.