I was recently diagnosed with ADHD at 38 years old.
If you know me IRL or online, it may seem like I’ve got my shit together, but I really don’t. You may even doubt I have this condition, and think I’m just making it up to get attention or have an excuse for being inconsistent around here. That’s totally fine with me.
Despite all my achievements in life, I’ve always felt different and that something was wrong with me, or that I lack something other people have. That high-functioning, high-achieving, perfectionist mask I didn’t realize I’ve been wearing my entire life is finally unraveling. And it’s ugly.
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