Late diagnosis

My ADHD diagnosis happened in my mid-forties - a late, but widely shared experience for many women.  Initially it was unsettling, and a time of reflecting on who I really was and why so much of life had felt unnecessarily hard.  However, that transitioned into relief and a sense of validation that I wasn't somehow broken. 

The reality of "masking" 

Growing up, I was often told I was "too much", too emotional", "lazy" or "careless".  Like many of us who are neurodivergent, I learned early on that something must be wrong with me, and to try and squash my true self, "masking", to fit in and avoid annoying people. 

Embracing the "different"

Taking some time to really understand and embrace my ADHD has had a far reaching impact on my life. It's allowed me to lean into my strengths, and passions, work with my energy, and find my voice. 

It doesn't mean life suddenly becomes perfect, but there's a sense of balance and reward that comes from living more in line with who we really are.