THE ADHD FAM

I was fourteen years old when I met the person who would spend the next two decades teaching me that expectations are just disappointments waiting to happen. I did not know that then, of course. At fourteen, I had a very clear picture of the life I was going to build. I had watched the people around me struggle, and I had made quiet promises to myself that I would do it differently. More structure. More planning. More follow-through. I was going to have the life that I had

Image by Gaby Fishman Fosbery A new favorite phrase in our house is 'I don't care.' I remember when Jay used to say nicer things. When he would come home from school and tell me about his day without me having to drag it out of him word by word. When he would laugh at my jokes (occasionally) and want to spend time with the family without it feeling like a hostage negotiation. That version of Jay is still in there. I know it. But for right now, a lot of instability has tak

It was 1 a.m. on a Monday. I was lying in bed scrolling through Instagram, watching strangers travel to places I have never been, build businesses I have dreamt about, and laugh in ways that made it look effortless. And somewhere between the travel reels and the fitness transformations, a very unhelpful thought crept in. Do I just suck at life? I have hit a wall this week. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. The last four months have felt like four years. The transition

It was day 4 of summer break. My son was still in his pajamas at 2 pm. My daughter was horizontal on the couch, watching her third consecutive hour of YouTube. Someone had eaten an entire box of cereal between breakfast and lunch. And my husband had somehow hyperfocused his way into a three-hour garage cleaning session that rendered him unavailable for parenting duty. I stood in the kitchen staring at the messes scattered around the house and thought to myself, “How am I su