I was diagnosed by 1 psychiatrist with PTSD, another psychiatrist with MDD, and another with Borderline traits, but I brought that up to him. All board certified psychiatrists. All differing diagnoses. Then a slew of others who diagnosed me with nothing.

Oh wait, then the other one who told me there was nothing wrong with me, I just can’t stand my h and should divorce him, but when I returned to her seven years later, she looked in her notes and told me she had written EDD!

Seriously, not making this shyt up!

I only self diagnosed OCD because I have always compulsively typed what people say, since I’m a kid, and I put 2 and 2 together. And I suspect I have ADHD, but haven’t self diagnosed that.

As for going back to yet another one, no way. Horrible, traumatic, unhelpful!

I guess this site hasn’t helped me much either, as the battle with h still rages on. But I have grown and shown myself that I can endure extreme pain. I am living. I am contributing something to society. I am enjoying knowing my kids. I do have many happy moments.

I am extremely frustrated and depressed from a never-ending horrible situation, but I am not sui.