diagnosed

They gave my pain names. Labeled it like jars in a cabinet: major depressive disorder. Borderline personality disorder. Bipolar disorder. Three names to explain the fire, the floods, the silence, the screaming. But none of them said "she was abandoned. She raised babies at six. She trusted and was burned- again and again." They said "mood swings" but not "mourning." Said "unstable" but never "unloved." Said "disorder" but never "defense." I didn't need a label to tell me I was struggling. I needed someone to see why.