Let’s set the scene: You’re three hours deep in a Bravo rabbit hole, your TikTok FYP is filled with videos like “Why Your Attachment Style Is Ruining Your Life,” and you’ve just ordered three self-help books, a weighted blanket, and a chakra-aligning face mist off Amazon—all while binge-listening to your favorite crime podcast.

Hi. Same. Welcome to the club.
We’re tired. We’re healing. We’re trying.
We are the messy millennials.

If you’re like me—an overachieving, overworked, people-pleasing perfectionist who’s constantly oscillating between burnout and bold life plans (travel! concerts! Ways to elevate!)—you’ve likely dipped your toes (or, let’s be real, taken a full-body dive) into the self-help and mental health space.

But here’s the tea no one’s serving on IG carousels and productivity podcasts: Self-help and self-diagnosis are not the same thing.