That’s what the Doc said.
I’m not disordered.
I believe a man, Jesus Christ, loves me through His Father, The Lord, and dwells within me, The Spirit.
“You are not disordered. You are not defined by a chemical imbalance in your brain. You are made up of mind, body and Spirit. Three in one, just like me.
I’m a human, so I matter.
And I’m not damaged. I’m not out of order.
I don’t care much for labels. People call me different names, like Daughter, Sister, Hipster, Asian, Christ Follower.
But first, please first, call me Mae. It’s my favorite.
Then call me: Caring, Compassionate, Christ-like.
A diagnosis does not, and will not ever change me, or my wiring: the ISTJ, lion and beaver-esque, strategic, intense, and purpose-focused “Mae Mae” who was born 21 years ago, adopted 20 years ago, left home 3.5 years ago, and returned home as “Mae” two days ago.
Call me Mae.
Call me human.
Call me Christian. Call me Writer, Dreamer, Creative, Thinker, Lawyer, Love, Mockingjay, Mae Flower, Mae Bae. Or just Mae.
Because I’m called by Christ. And I’m qualified by the Cross. And I’m me, and will always be me, a girl with a disorder. But not a woman who’s disordered.
* This post was originally written on 3/20/2016. It was saved as a draft and published at a more appropriate time.