The Wild Inside Her

I had known something wasn’t right for a long time.

As a young adult, my doctor diagnosed depression and anxiety. Neither felt like the full story.

When I became a mom, I told myself (or rather, society told me) that the fog, exhaustion, anxiety, and restlessness were just mom brain.

Cool. Except… that didn’t feel right either.

I saw other moms out there killing it, holding it all together — and I was lost. Then came high-stress marriage scenarios. Then an autoimmune disease diagnosis. Plot twist! But even that didn’t explain the constant storm in my head.

Every chapter changed, but something always stayed the same.

Then perimenopause arrived (because why not?), and the symptoms I had packed neatly behind a lifetime of masks became impossible to hide.

I truly thought I was losing my mind — early Alzheimer’s, a tumor, something.

I couldn’t process or remember things. I’d go from being a rockstar one day to barely functioning the next.

What was wrong with me?

Turns out… nothing was “wrong.”
I just didn’t know I was living with ADHD — and that it could look so different in women.

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