Here’s the thing about not having a diagnosis: It’s very challenging to move forward. I couldn’t get a clear treatment plan, because we didn’t know what we were treating. I couldn’t explain to friends and coworkers what was going on, because I didn’t know myself. I couldn’t connect with other people who were sharing my experience because I didn’t know who they were. And maybe most importantly, I couldn’t properly grieve. Because I didn’t know what I was grieving.