I remember once reading about a very sick woman who wrote a book about looking out her window when she was so sick that she could do nothing else. It was some sort of hit, of course. And I remember thinking that not only was I supposed to be sick, but I was supposed to be writing deep insightful meaningful books about the minutiae outside my window! Not hardly.
I resisted a lot of this approach until it occurred to me one day that my strongest tool is my brain and I'd like it to be fighting for me instead of always against me. So I made a conscious decision to try some of these mindful approaches. Did it work? Not entirely, but I haven't given up hope. It's really hard for me to change patterns that I built for 40 years. But I don't feel responsible for that, like I haven't tried hard enough, or anything. I just think that it's like anything else - sometimes more and sometimes less successful.
I've had remissions over the years from milder illness though. I had more of the spontaneous type remission, without a lot of the supplements and stuff I try now in desperate attempts to keep hope alive. Once though was really tied to changing to a ketogenic diet though. So I do think it's possible that my brain knows the way out of this mess somehow and I think I have more faith in myself than the scientific establishment at this point. Though I'm happy to keep irons in all the fires...