The double edge sword of a hunt for a diagnosis.
I spent so many years trading therapists for psychiatrists for therapists hunting for a label thinking it would tell me who I am, who I am and why I feel the way I feel.
The moment I got that diagnosis I’ve done nothing but run from it. Other people use the label to explain every mood I have every slight bit of emotion I show. The diagnosis I ran after I now avoid. I wish I could tell myself to use therapy in a personalised fluid way and not spend so many years trying to be solved by a label. I am “bipolar” but I’m not “bipolar”.
I spent too much time looking for a solution when therapy is part of a toolkit for life not a cure for some symptoms I thought I had.