My spouse repeated the question for a fifth time, staring at me like I’d grown an extra head. I still didn’t understand. I wanted to listen but I couldn’t make the sounds have meaning, no matter how hard I tried.
At 33, I felt broken. I couldn’t concentrate, my mind constantly whirred, and I had 17 To Do Lists that never got smaller. My house was a graveyard of half-finished hobbies, and dirty cups that I’d fully intended to put in the dishwasher 3 days ago. That morning, I’d rewashed yet another load I’d forgotten to get out of the machine.
I didn’t understand. I’d always been told I could do anything if I tried. But I was trying — so why was I struggling to do such simple things?
When I received my official diagnosis of Inattentive ADHD, I wanted to cry with relief. There was a reason for it all and I wasn’t alone.
Now, 7 months after diagnosis, a 50mg tablet has changed my life completely. The ‘every day’ is no longer overwhelming; I’m actually enjoying my life — and thriving.