It’s a warm and sunny August afternoon in Ohio as I pack up the last of our vacation vibes into suitcases to travel west. I’ve spent the previous week interrogating my life for signs of this supposed ADHD fiasco. Irritation grumbles as I notice my brain in ways I’ve conveniently dismissed. Then a brand new thought pops into my forty-year-old brain.Maybe the coping mechanisms aren’t who I really am?
I related to you so much about the masking. I’m oldest child of 3, recovering people pleaser, and so hyper and 47. I don’t have this dX but I relate to a lot of it. I’ve received lots of healing and freedom lately too God is soo good
I related to you so much about the masking. I’m oldest child of 3, recovering people pleaser, and so hyper and 47. I don’t have this dX but I relate to a lot of it. I’ve received lots of healing and freedom lately too God is soo good
I hear you. I’m fascinated by how the masking moves from unconscious to conscious. 🎉