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So it’s been awhile since I last posted. A year exactly in four days. Another couple days from that and my baby girl will be 9 months old. When I started this blog, I was a young(ish) professional who had just come to terms with her ADHD, left her corporate job and found a new home at a start-up. Since then, I’ve thrived in my new career, made a person and have even birthed some side projects. All while having ADHD.
I’m back, I’m better than ever and I have learned even more amazing things about ADHD that I can’t wait to share. I learned to operate without ADHD meds for 18 months. I’m learning how to balance motherhood and career, nurture relationships with my husband, family and friends, and excel at a couple of side hustles. And if you’re like me and you have ADHD, you know this is huge! Any one of those in isolation used to render me in the fetal position!
I’m glad to be back and can’t wait to start getting back into a blogging rhythm. What started out as a project to keep me occupied while I tried to make a baby has turned into “the one that got away.” I don’t want this blog to get away from me. I don’t want to forget what I am and the things I overcome every single day just to survive.
There was a time in my life when not getting fired was an accomplishment. Where I could barely take care of myself, let alone another person. Horrible knock-down, drag-out fights with partners about the latest ball I dropped.
But this just isn’t about looking back on how far I’ve become. It’s not over. I’m not “cured”. I struggle with this every single day and will until the day I die. I am not immune to “shiny object” moments, even when I’m fully medicated and have the right systems in place. Everything is a booby trap, especially when my job 100% exists online.
The bright side? I’m not alone, you’re not alone and we can fight this together. And the fights aren’t just in our workplaces and homes anymore. They don’t exist only in our cluttered cars and chaotic handbags. There are battles that wage on far beyond compulsive Target binges … in the halls of Washington D.C., where decisions are being made on how we as a country value the rights of those with ADHD.
Four years ago I couldn’t imagine anyone taking me seriously as a woman with ADHD. Then last week I saw this:
I’m here, I’m back and I’m ready to rumble. Let’s do the thing.