Hi guys! This year took a turn — I got diagnosed with ADHD in March.

At first it felt freeing, like yes! I finally know what’s wrong with me. But when the meds didn’t fix all my problems or magically put my life together, the diagnosis started to feel like shackles — an anchor to never being enough, never achieving enough, always fighting to be who I know I could be but somehow can’t reach.

I wish I could say this post was about the answers — an ode to finally figuring it out. It’s not. All this is, is me saying that I’m not where I want to be, not much better than this time last year… and oh, by the way, I have ADHD.

I’m not giving up though. I’m still trying, still pushing through — but some days it feels like I’m fighting with myself. The mountain isn’t in front of me. The mountain is me.