It was September 2023, I was less than a year in on a new job and I was at the doctor, not sure how I was going to get through the next few weeks, much less months before my location reopened from renovations. I wasn’t sure why things were so hard, the noise, the hustle and bustle of the open workspace. She started asking me questions, it felt like every one spoke to core of my struggles, my answers were not just yes, but OMG YES!!! At the end, she asked if anyone in my family had ADHD, to which I responded yes, my brother, he was diagnosed as a kid. She said, you do to. I wasn’t sure what I felt in that moment, was it relief, was it anxiousness, after all, I knew my mom would never believe this diagnosis. We talked a bit more about when I was young, and I could start to see how far back this stretched, and I didn’t even realize it. At least until now. She asked if I wanted to try medicine, and honestly, I told her, I wanted to wait. A few weeks went by, and I went back, this time saying yes to trying something. I started medicine just days before attending a conference, when I would see many people I had gotten to know since moving to Kansas in 2020. I told a good friend at the conference about my new diagnosis, and she was so relieved for me. Everything was starting to make sense. In the year and a few months since that appointment with my doctor, I have had to learn to rediscover how my brain works, how I can function in a world that isn’t always friendly to people who are neurodivergent. This blog will be about that journey, and everything I’m doing to understand myself, and function in this world.