I remember getting my first diagnosis. It was months after starting talking to a psychiatrist. Of course, I was almost at the stellar opposite of where I was when we started. At the start of therapy, he did a karyotype. That... made me sad to see the results. But, with the diagnosis letter, I felt a mix of feeling vilification and remorse. Really, for months, I had been secretly hoping he would tell me something else. Didn't happen. I knew, he knew, the end.
Everything is just one step forward... towards the next step. Find what you love, and give it everything you can.