Being diagnosed as neurodivergent in your 30s is weird. For me, it wasn’t devastating, but definitely overwhelming. I’ve always lived life in an all or nothing state. 100mph or burnout; no in between. My diagnosis was very much an “ah ha” moment that made my repeated patterns of behaviour make sense.

Now that I’m diagnosed, I’ve decided I want to take steps towards making my life better. Things aren’t bad, but they could be better. I could be less stressed, less prone to burn out, less tired ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME. Writing has always been a way for me to make sense of my thoughts and opinions. I’m hoping that this space can be one where I share my experiences post-diagnosis, and with the wonders of hindsight, begin to make sense of the more perplexing moments in my past.