Finally left my room for a job interview ! (Waiting for the inevitable crash)

I’ve been neet/hikikomori for 6 years, only leaving my room to sometimes work jobs that high schoolers excel at. How am I, a 24 year old woman, supposed to feel proud of myself when even as reject job at a department store like Ross won’t accept my job application after my seasonal position ended due to my mental illness. I feel like once professionals know about any mental illness you have, you’re wearing that label on your forehead from then on out. “OCD, PTSD, stupid girl with tics.” It’s humiliating A movie theatre that a worked at when I was 22 accepted my application and it’s bittersweet. I quit the job in the past because my mental illness was so rampant, only to go back to the same job barely above minimum wage. The feeling of being too sick for school or more stable jobs is a shame I try to avoid, but when I’m standing next to a high schooler doing my same job— perhaps better than me, when I graduated nearly 7 years ago is laudable. I want to feel happy for myself, but how could I? So I’ll pretend to celebrate here Thank you for your time ♡