At 27 years old I was diagnosed with ADHD.

Reflecting on my life after my diagnosis, it made sense. I had poor impulse control as a child which frequently resulted in me spending time in the principals office. I acted out, never did my homework and made highly questionable choices with my own well being. I struggled to complete anything of significance, and eventually burnt out so hard in college I nearly dropped out of community college. I had one teacher that went out of her way to provide me support when I felt like I didn’t deserve it. Being met with kindness, support and understanding gave me the confidence to complete (for once) what I had started.

By trial and error, I learned how to navigate through the burnout, the confusion, the frustration and everything else that comes along with undiagnosed neurodivergence. At the end of it all, I made it through college with a degree in inclusive education. I taught middle school English in a diverse needs classroom for three years before realizing that our educational system is ill-equipped to provide realistic support for students and adults with neurodivergence. There were walls in place that I could not scale and a system that operated decades behind our current understanding of neurodivergence. But, all was not lost. I began working with my students individually to create systems to succeed. I accidentally found myself branching out to helping my friends, family and even complete strangers. My passion for problem solving and my round-a-bout way of thinking had finally landed me in the right place.