i don’t really know when it happened.
somewhere between growing up, trying to keep up, and being tired for longer than i realised, i went from someone who was curious about everything to someone who struggles to start anything.
the weird part is that i still want things.
i just don’t always know how to reach the version of me who used to go after them.
i used to be someone who could study for hours and get things done. now i can barely convince myself to open my laptop, even when i know exactly what needs to be done.
i've been looking back at my childhood, questioning my habits, and wondering if i've had adhd all along.
somewhere between growing up, moving abroad, and trying to finish my degrees, i think i've lost track of myself a little.
i don't know if i need a break, a change of direction, or just some help figuring things out.
maybe all three.
i have so many things i want to do, so many versions of myself i want to become. yet somehow, i spend more time thinking about starting than actually starting. living with adhd in my mid-20s feels like being caught between ambition and paralysis. it's not that i don't care. maybe i care about too many things at once. and sometimes, the hardest part isn't doing the work. it's convincing my brain to begin.