In 2023, at age 49, I received the diagnosis that transformed my understanding of myself: Attention Deficit Hyperactive disorder (ADHD). For years, I had navigated episodes of anxiety, depression, and anger, developing coping mechanisms that somehow kept me afloat. But that year, the depression became overwhelming. I needed help. What pushed me to seek support was my sister. During her medical studies, she had studied ADHD extensively. With the frankness only a sister can provide, she said, "You're a textbook case of ADHD." Her words were simultaneously shocking and deeply familiar. The psychiatrist confirmed both types: inattentive and hyperactive. The moment he spoke those words, a weight lifted from my chest—a burden I hadn't realized I'd been carrying. I had always known I was different, but could never name it. Now I had a map to understand my own mind. The Medication Revelation My doctor prescribed atomoxetine, starting low. For weeks, nothing changed. ...
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