Diagnoses
It has been weeks and I’m still processing my diagnoses... I got diagnosed with an alphabet soup of disorders and I didn’t expect a couple of them. It felt overwhelming. I was stuck in denial for a bit (my friend had the honor of witnessing that). But after some reflection, it all made sense. It all clicked. I had accepted it. I needed to remind myself that the diagnosis doesn’t define me. It informs my treatment plan and that’s what I need to focus on. And what’s more, I received clarity on my birthday about a condition that I’ve been suspecting on having. Turns out I don’t have it. And I feel absolutely relieved. I can finally stop my years of searching, at least for now.