I felt relieved when I went to pdoc back in 2009 and he diagnosed clinical depression because before that I just felt so alone and so f'd up like there was no hope. Diagnosis allowed proper treatment which gave me the first glimmer of hope.

I chose "other" though because several months back my h asked me to get receipts from t so I could submit to our insurance (she's out of network, so I pay out of pocket) and try to recoup some of what I pay. She said in order to write me receipts she'd have to come up with a new diagnosis, because when I submitted them a long time ago she used depression and that isn't applicable anymore. So when she shared with me what diagnosis code she decided to use (Adjustment Disorder), I felt - yes, I guess "minimized" is the right word for how I felt. I was like I know I asked for this, but, wow.... I don't like how it makes me feel at all. It took me awhile to get over that feeling. It was all for naught anyway, because my insurance refused to cough up anything, since she's out of network, the normal mental health deductible doesn't apply - I'd have to meet the regular medical deductible which is insanely high - we never meet it - so I shouldn't have even bothered in the first place. Anyway that's why I said "other". But I know now that I am not my diagnosis. It is just another part of me.