Hey there, I'm Andrea, a 39-year-old cis heterosexual white woman, and I'm about to take you on a journey filled with humor, relatability, and, of course, my not-so-secret struggle with ADHD. But before we dive into that whirlwind, let me be upfront—I'm fully aware that my posts will have some unchecked privilege, I want to be transparent that I am on a journey and trying my best, I won’t always get it right. Nevertheless, I'm here to learn, grow, and have a good laugh at myself along the way.
Life hasn't exactly handed me an easy deck of cards. I'm a mother of two, and my firstborn
battled a rare Mitochondrial disease, which he sadly lost the fight against seven years ago(2016). Life was a rollercoaster, but I learned to ride the waves. A year ago, I welcomed my daughter into the world, and let me tell you, motherhood this time around has been a perplexing, mind-bending journey.
But enough about my life as a mom; let's focus on me—Andrea—the woman behind the chaos. With complete candor and a splash of cold-water honesty, I'm about to share my adventures as a woman navigating the world while embracing the possibility that I might just have ADHD.
Now, ADHD was always a joke in my life, those "little moments of distraction" that felt all too familiar. But postpartum life had a different plan for me. Suddenly, my brain seemed to miss the most obvious things. Laundry sat in the washer for days, meal planning felt like deciphering an ancient language, ordering flowers became a Herculean task, and the anger and resentment raged in me.
The moment that made me realize I needed help? I offered my daughter water and served her a steaming cup of java instead. Thankfully, my ever-alert husband was there to rescue the day. That was my wake-up call: "Help, I need somebody, help, not just anybody…" You get the picture. IYKYK!
Now, counseling has been a constant in my life for almost two decades, so that was my starting point on this ADHD adventure. But the most unexpected guidance came from a friend who shared her own ADHD journey. Turns out, women often get misdiagnosed with depression and anxiety before the ADHD light bulb flickers to life.
I embraced this revelation, opening up to my counselor and taking the plunge. Alongside counseling, I embarked on a supplement safari, sampling B12, magnesium, and Vitamin D. A mushroom supplement recommendation from my local co-op had my brain fizzing with newfound clarity and energy.
Fast forward a week, and voila! I was feeling more like myself than I had in two years. The moral of the story? Sometimes, it takes a village (of supplements and support) to tame the ADHD beast. My journey has just begun, and I'm excited to share it with you, my fellow adventurers in this whirlwind called life. So, grab your coffee (just don't mistake it for water) and join me as I navigate the highs, lows, and hilarious mishaps on the road to ADHD self-discovery.
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