29/07/2025
3 days in on my ADHD medication and I cannot put into words how it has impacted me in such a short space of time.
With a little help from chat GPT I have put together a poem to help explain
If you are waiting for a diagnosis or think you might have undiagnosed ADHD this might resonate. If you have a diagnosis and you have started medication please get in touch and let me know if it does resonate.
Poem: “What ADHD Took, and What I’m Taking Back”
There are years I don’t remember
for the right reasons.
Only the ache.
The burnout.
The shame.
The trying so hard to be someone
I couldn’t hold together.
I grieve the lost time the most.
Time I spent doubting myself,
failing to understand why
everything
was just so fu***ng hard.
Time I spent wondering
what was wrong with me
when all along—
there was nothing wrong with me.
Just a brain
that processed the world like lightning
in a society made for clocks.
They said I was lazy.
Too sensitive.
Bad with time.
Irresponsible.
Maybe even dramatic.
But no one saw
the girl holding her own pieces together
just to make it to dinner.
I missed joy.
So much joy.
It slipped through my fingers
as I clutched at deadlines,
fumbled through relationships,
panicked in jobs,
burned myself out trying to be good
when I was already good—
just misunderstood.
And school?
A battlefield of self-esteem and daydreaming.
Work?
A maze of masked exhaustion.
Adulthood?
A storm I wasn’t equipped for.
But now—
now I’ve taken the first pill
and the fog has parted.
Three days in,
and I have my voice back.
Three days,
and I feel clear.
Capable.
Confident.
Calm.
I feel peace where there used to be static.
I feel belief rising in my chest
like it’s always belonged there.
And I realise:
My ADHD wasn’t my personality.
It was the static that muffled it.
The noise that blocked
my brilliance, my bravery,
my joy.
Now I remember
how I used to be:
the child who was bold,
bubbly,
the life of the party.
The one who made people laugh,
who sparkled a little too loudly—
but only because
she had so much light.
She didn’t need fixing.
She needed understanding.
And a little help
to clear the storm.
If I could speak to her now,
I’d say:
“It was never your fault.
Get help as soon as you can.
Life will be hard—
but you will find a way.
You always knew you would.”
And now I’m here.
Taking it all back.
My voice.
My joy.
My self-belief.
My self.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️