I recently got diagnosed with all three in Jan but have had symptoms of all during the years. It explains why I do certain things and while I am glad that I finally got a medical professional to point them out, it's super sad to realize sometimes. That this is why I've been in the hospital so many times, this is why meds haven't worked, this is why I haven't been consistent with what I most likely need, this is why I can feel on top of the world for weeks and months and then crash and feel like nothing is worth it, etc.
It sucks when there are normal people out there that aren't dealing with mental health--or they are but are getting help because they want it--but me? No! I gotta be inconsistent with medication/therapy, crashout over small things, not like how much I weigh, and more.
I deserve to be happy. I know that I just don't want to do the work for it because it's too much and I'm somewhat comfortable with how I am now. It's just so frustrating.