My story

How it actually started

The funny thing is that ADHD was never something I suspected.

I originally went to my doctor because I was struggling with a negative self image and because my relationship had recently ended after four years. I felt like my mind was constantly running and I could not seem to switch my thoughts off, no matter how hard I tried.

At the time I honestly assumed that everyone experienced their thoughts that way. I thought I was just going through a difficult period after the breakup and that I simply needed help calming my mind down

When ADHD entered the conversation

During the first long conversation with my doctor, and another one after that, I was asked many questions about how my brain works, how I focus, and how I deal with everyday things.

At some point the idea of ADHD came up. I had never really considered it before, so when I was asked whether it sounded familiar I mostly just sat there thinking about it.

After speaking with a psychologist and eventually doing the test, the answer became clear. The diagnosis came back as ADHD.

Looking at life differently

Getting that diagnosis at 25 brings a strange mix of emotions. Many things suddenly start to make sense, especially when I think about school, work, and the way my mind tends to jump from one thought to the next.

At the same time it also brings frustration and a lot of moments where you start wondering how things might have been different if you had understood your brain earlier.

Why I started writing

This blog is where I want to document that process. Not in a perfectly structured way, but more like a collection of notes while I figure things out.

I also had the feeling that there should be a place where people, and especially women with a late ADHD diagnosis, can recognize parts of their own experiences in someone else's story.

So that is what this blog is meant to be. A place for thoughts, reflections, and the occasional distant diary entry.