Finally went to get diagnosed bc of school and life troubles, bc of the quarantine I didn't have to go to school which made me extremely happy but soon after I realized that it wasn't my on going for years depression that made me not do anything. My memory was always incredibly trash, like I can't remember what people say in real time and my attention span is non existent. I'm planning on going to a art collage but I literally physically can't work on my portfolio and it breaks my heart so so much, I have so many plans and ideas but I'm unable to and I'm scared I'll be unable to peruse my dream job bc of my mind just not working right. So I went to get diagnosed but the lady (I'm not sure what were her qualifications so I'll just call her that) and she was so rude I'm so scared to go back for the second part of the diagnosis process. I've been going to therapy with breaks for over 10 years and the problem just keeps going back cuz I always get treated for depression and when I feel emotionally better they say I'm good to go, but no matter how much energy, motivation, time I have I just can't function. The lady just kept telling me I should try harder at therapy and she really didn't listen to me even when I was answering her fucking questions. Ughhgghhhhhh,, to think my diagnosis is going to be up to her makes me so anxious,,,