Ollie turns to me. “Why don’t you make a post to let everyone know we’ll be opening late today?” he says. It takes everything in me not to cry in frustration in front of Nina and Ollie. I nod and take a seat at the nearest table, grateful for an excuse to keep my head down. I stare at my phone, but the tears blur my vision so that I can’t even do this small task Ollie has asked of me. I’m over it. All the little costs of having ADHD that add up in the long run. Lost customers. Overdue bills. Replacement phone chargers. Time spent looking for things. The way it makes me feel, like a child. As
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