Or: How I Quit Procrastinating and Learned to Love the Morning
Back in 2018, I was diagnosed with ADHD. This should come as no surprise to anyone who has ever lived with me. Which is to say: if you’ve ever seen me start to pack a suitcase and stop to reorganize an entire bookcase midway through, then the diagnosis should make perfect sense. I honestly wish I had done something about it sooner, rather than just joking about it. I can’t help but think about how I could have been a much more...
Published on January 15, 2020 21:12