What happens when a woman is diagnosed with ADHD after the age of 50, and has to learn about her life through a new lens…

What This Blog Is All About

When I received my ADHD diagnosis, I was crushed. It was as if I’d just been told I had a third kidney—suddenly, every weird thing I’d done made sense. But also…
well, crap, what now?
 
And, like many women post-diagnosis, I scoured the Internet for wisdom and bought a planner (or five), hoping for answers.
Meanwhile, my emotional life became treacherous. As I began to work with my ADHD symptoms (set a timer! buy a calendar!), my diagnosis seemed to send me into a spiral of regret. I spent a lot of time wishing I’d known about ADHD sooner. 

How much better might life have been if the right tools were available “back then”?
 

Day by day, I became more aware of the shame, guilt, and low self-worth that seemed to piggyback onto my ADHD brain’s way of dealing with the world.


I quickly found myself realizing that living with ADHD is more than just learning to plan or prioritize; there’s an entire emotional life that has been affected alongside it all.

As I looked for emotional help, I was shocked to find just how many people believe ADHD is strictly the domain of small, feral boys who left trails of broken crayons and exhausted teachers everywhere they go, and there  are so many more women out there with the same questions I have.
 
I realized I needed to start a blog detailing my journey in the hopes that I can help other women on the ADHD road feel less alone and more empowered.

I want each person who stops by this blog to come away thinking, “Oh, thank God, it’s not just me.”
 
At most, perhaps we’ll gain strategies for wrangling wandering brains into something resembling neatness.
 
At least, there will be encouragement to stop calling ourselves lazy.
 

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