britan

It has been a long time since I had a diagnosis...
I have had so many labels, all of which, I never felt I actually fully fit in, all of which, their assigned treatment or medication didn't help...

Yesterday I had a diagnosis,
hearing it made me cry, not only tears of pain, but of joy.
As I read about it, as he told me about it,
It was me.
Every single aspect was me.

It was painful because it means I have a problem, it made it really come to life. There was a name for me...
and yet it was so nice to finally know whats wrong, and from here, be able to take the proper steps to feel better.

He wanted to admit me for a few days, and told me to truly consider it.
He is worried, and though I won't admit it, I am worried about myself too.

I don't know, I just need to think about it.
Some things are just so bitter sweet.