Combined ADHD brain

I'm fifty-three and diagnosed this year. A lot of people ask if it's even worth being diagnosed at an advanced age.

I believe so.

My wee grey matter has days like if you went to a Fourth of July fireworks show, and they set all of them off at once.

I'm nearly manic.

For those old enough to remember, it's like Alex Keaton in "Family Ties", high on amphetamines, studying for a test and rolling back and forth in his chair from question to answer and acing it. 

That's me.

In the chair.

Except, there's like twenty desks.

And I'm not acing it. 😂

Last night, I couldn't go to sleep because my mind filled with everything I wanted/planned to do today. I honestly thought about getting up and starting those, even after I took my night meds, which includes a sleeping pill.

I finally drifted off, only to wake at 4:30 this morning (have I told you I HATE mornings???) and begin again.

With a mental list. For my mental self.

Knowing I have ADHD helps. It makes sense of things I do and how I do them. It's wanting to be organized but struggling to be. It's trying to research and ending up in a rabbit hole or holes sixty-five tabs in.

It's a hundred and six post-it notes of a dozen colors atop my desk. 

It makes SENSE now.

I've always accepted and embraced my quirks. (I have my share and probably yours, too.) But it's good to know I was made this way. 

It's my vibe. 💖