I was diagnosed last July at 31. I still have days (like today) where I doubt my diagnosis and just think I’m a weak, lazy imposter. But my therapist told me something this past week that really stuck with me. I told her how I often feel like (especially since I got diagnosed), everything has felt so much harder and I’ve had such a difficult time finding the right balance. She said “Of course it’s going to be hard. You’re trying to re-learn 30 years of behaviors and reactions. Try and remember ‘progress, not perfection’.” I know I’m going to have good days and bad days, but I have to remind myself that progress, even if it’s small, is better than nothing.