Okay. I'm going to rewind here for a minute. Looking at my past I struggled. To say that school was a challenge, is an understatement. The harder I tried, the harder it was to pay attention. Then there was the feelings of social awkwardness. (However, my habit of butting in on other people's conversations is actually how I ended up meeting one of my best friends. But I digress...) I lacked motivation. I was bored. I felt like I had no direction. To make matters worse, I was constantly beating up on myself, because I wasn't as organized, effective, efficient, successful, etc. as other people. In sum, I always felt like something was wrong with me. I knew it shouldn't be this hard. I felt broken.
It wasn't until I was diagnosed with ADHD and (more importantly) truly understood how it affected me, that things started to make sense. I remember thinking, "Well, that explains a lot!"
Fast forward to the present...
I have come a long way since then. The struggles I encountered understanding my own ADHD and raising a child with ADHD lead me to where I am today, and I feel blessed to have the opportunity to help others navigate their own ADHD. I can't begin to express the joy I feel when I see that light bulb come on in their head, as they begin to understand and appreciate themselves.
The moral of this story is that sometimes the lowest points in our lives are the moments that lead us to our higher calling. If I can give just one person hope through sharing my story, it was all worth it.
"Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit" ~ Napoleon Hill
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