I've only doubted my diagnosis once. This was when i was at one my sickest times ever, in my early thirties when everything fell apart and i was in benzo withdrawal and homeless. One of the women in my day hospital took me in and she told me her life story and it was so awful compared to my care-free childhood that i decided i didn't have any right to be mentally ill. I had very little insight.

But aside from that episode i've accept that i am mentally ill. When i'm feeling optimistic i call us clowns of God.