“But, you don’t look like someone with ADHD.” It was a flippant, no-offense taken comment that I received after I shared my recent diagnosis. I kept thinking about it and reflected on times I had passed judgment unintentionally by outward appearance or behavior.

This comment actually encouraged me to speak more openly about what I was experiencing because it showcased that we oftentimes do not understand what other people are navigating or struggling with.

“It’s almost like she’s paralyzed when she’s overwhelmed and doesn’t respond or take action.” I didn’t know why this happened time and time again even though I was thinking about the situation and how to fix it constantly. I had idea after idea, but I didn’t articulate my thoughts out loud. I finally realized there was a reason I responded like this.

In 2023, I was diagnosed with ADHD. While I understand it does not define me or change who I am, it has provided me with the clarity I had been seeking and the ability to name what I was feeling.

After years of helping my oldest son navigate his journey, it opened up my eyes to something I hadn’t ever considered as something I had experienced my whole life.

Through my discussions with women who were diagnosed with ADHD later in life, I’ve realized there’s a crucial gap that I am committed to bridging. My first goal in this space is to build community. I’ll be launching a place for us to connect in late August, with details to follow.