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Dear Parts of Me That I Wish Weren’t There Sometimes

A hand removes a single red puzzle piece from an assortment, which reflects the tone of the corresponding letter written for the Dear Diagnosis project.

You’re hurting me right now. Please stop. I don’t want to shrivel into a ball of pain and tears all the time, especially not now. I have clients to work with, people who need support. I also need support. I have a new relationship to tend to, to learn about and grow with. I don’t want to be paralyzed by my fears…

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Dear Diagnosis (AKA One of my Shitty Roommates)

An eviction notice posted to a wooden door selected to accompany a letter written to a painful condition at www.DearDiagnosis.com

I was glad to finally meet you face-to-face, after ailing me for so long. The story started about 10 years before I even knew your name and while out on my adventure to find you – during which I managed to pick-up some other annoying housemates along the way. You are not a very tolerable roommate, which I do not appreciate… 

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Dear Diagnostic Labels

shoes dangling from a telephone line as is suggestive of a drug sale

To all the diagnostic labels that have tormented me for as long as I can remember: You are not welcome in my life. From a child you lied to me saying I was broken and cant do the things I want. You tried very hard to prevent me from studying and just want me to die. I don’t like your plan for my life and you need to leave me alone…

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Dear Perfectionism

Shattered glass representative of the shattered bones this teen author writes about

I spin, twirl, shake, leap. You’re still there as I watch others. You’re in my mind as I create. You’re telling me I’m bad – I’m going to fall. I try to ignore you. I try, I try, I try but, I can’t multitask! As I forget what’s going on, you come back stronger. “You’re going to fall, you’re going to fall,” you say…

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Dear ADHD

Blinds symbolic of what it feels like to be labeled by a diagnostician.

I never got to thank the person who introduced us. It’s someone on twitter, and I’ve been too shy to tell them. Also because it happened years ago, and if I tell them now it’ll look like I’ve had this gratitude for them kept hidden for so long – it’s almost stalkerish and… WAIT. This is not central to what I wanted to tell you. I think… 

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Dear Suicidal Ideation

A man suffering from C-PTSD and suicidal ideation

To be fair, doctors fail to have a consensus if the symptoms I experience are the PTSD, the saucier version C-PTSD, MDD, or any of the others listed in my medical chart.  You hide in the darkness of all those letters and let your symptoms do the work.  You use the self-inflicted injuries to muddy the waters for my care and create distance between myself and everyone else… 

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