ADHD at 62 is grieving the person you might have been if someone had caught this at 25.

The careers you left because the boring middle broke you. The friendships that went quiet. The version of you that was sharp enough and never got to find out what she could have built with the right scaffolding. The grief is real and it deserves room.

The grief is proof of how hard you worked without the help. You were carrying a brain nobody handed you the instructions for, and you carried it anyway.