I went through this process in a different way, I have anxiety like a lot here and having to talk to somebody I didn't know/go out often brought me to tears but I got depressed and planned to die in a few years, before that I told myself that I'd try everything I can to make it work because of my family but I didn't really care about anything, including my stutter, if somebody looks at me weird I accept it and my head goes over it, it doesn't matter that much now. I don't want people to believe that being depressed and wanting to die will make you feel better about your speech, it's just me. But strangely, I became more "optimistic" by deciding to die (meaning that I didn't have a breakdown after every mess ups) and I was forced to go outside almost everyday so I took it as it was and developed some resilience, my anxiety attacks became less frequent. I don't remember ever taking any big decisions so maybe that life altering decision proved me that I can control my life and that's what made me have more confidence. I decided to not suffer anymore while I was alive for something I couldn't control, it's uncomfortable to stutter and it's uncomfortable to be treated badly because of it but now I accept that I can't change it and it makes a real difference. Sometimes I just want someone to ask me about stuttering, I've dreamed about having the opportunity to hold a class (informal cuz I don't know that much) about it or something, tell people that I have almost no control over it and the ways it manifests, to do some sensitization in short, it's a psychoNeurological condition for fucks sake but still a lot of people treat me like I'm a 5yo and/or intellectually challenged and I don't have the strength to feel sad about it anymore, they can think what they want but I know myself and a tiny bit of what's happening in my brain, I was unlucky but that's it, I'm not what they think I am. it's only a problem when people that can affect my life materially discriminate against me because of their false beliefs.