Living With ADHD (Part 1)
The diagnosis came when I was 32. It was November, autumn had taken over: the leaves had turned yellow, the summer sun had given way to gray skies, the cold enveloped everything, including me. I had been feeling cold for a long time: I felt that inside me there was a piece of a puzzle that never quite fit with the others. I was one, but only half. Perhaps I was broken.
