06/12/2026
I was diagnosed with ADHD at 39, and one of the biggest surprises was realizing that what I thought was a character flaw was often just the way my brain works.
For years I assumed everyone else could sit down and relax when they had the chance. Then I started paying attention to what was happening in my own head. I can be floating in a pool with nowhere to be, nothing urgent to do, and somehow my brain is still making lists, solving problems, planning next week, replaying conversations, and reminding me of things I forgot three months ago.
I also didn’t realize how much impulse control played a role in my life. Not in dramatic ways, but in everyday ways. I’ll get an idea and immediately feel like I need to act on it. I’ll pick up my phone to check one thing and end up forty-five minutes deep into a completely unrelated rabbit hole. I’ll decide at the most inconvenient time imaginable that today is the day I need to reorganize a closet, research a new hobby, or map out an entire future project.
Looking back, I spent a lot of years wondering why life seemed easier for everyone else. Why they could stay on top of things, finish things, remember things, and rest without their brain turning it into another task. Getting diagnosed didn’t magically fix any of that, but it did help me stop assuming I was lazy, undisciplined, or simply not trying hard enough.
Now when I catch myself floating in a pool while mentally planning next Tuesday, I mostly just laugh. Because at least I finally understand what’s happening up there.