The Art of Becoming Who I Was All Along-Unboxed, Untamed, and Actually, Kind of Wonderful. My story of ADHD MidLife REinvention. Raw, So Vulnerable & a REexamined life. I used to believe that if you were a good person, you’d live a good life. Be nice. Work hard. Don’t yell in the grocery store. Get married, raise decent humans, pay your bills on time, maybe even keep a gratitude journal. I did some of that, quite a few times in fact. I really tried.

If you don’t hold it all together, who will? If you don’t anticipate every potential problem tomorrow, who will? Things aren’t just going to take care of themselves. Someone has to be the grown-up in the room. But sometimes, without meaning to, it becomes crushing It can hurt the very people we love; the ones we’re working so hard to make life better for. Worry starts to feel like love. Hyper-vigilance feels like concern & commitment. Planning, preparing, controlling, they f

I couldn’t stay awake through a damn website tutorial. Not just a little sleepy. Full-body excessive yawns.This wasn’t laziness. This was my body slamming the brakes.Which got me wondering: Could NAD+ help?NAD+ had been buzzing in my periphery for ages—hailed as a mitochondrial miracle, a cellular reset button. Biohackers swore by it. Clinics charged obscene amounts for IV drips. But what did that actually mean for someone like me?