I always thought ADHD meant bouncing off the walls, so I was in the clear. Spoiler: I was wrong. I have the “inattentive” kind. The one where you’re mid-conversation and suddenly singing the Batman theme song in your head, starting 14 projects you’ll never finish, and answering texts either immediately or in 5–7 business days.

Diagnosed at 30-something wasn’t the vibe I planned for my life, but hey, at least now I know it wasn’t just me being terrible at adulting. It was my brain being terrible at dopamine. Huge difference.

A simple cupcake mistake turned into an emotional moment of reflection on parenting, childhood, and unconditional love. How a 7-year-old’s kindness brought up feelings I didn’t expect.

We’re two weeks deep in coughs, chaos, and zero chill. The kid’s still hacking, I’m running on cough drops and spite, and honestly? Parenting sucks, and not in a “wine o’clock” funny-mug kind of way.

Parenting with anxiety means even normal kid chaos can feel overwhelming. From snack requests to bedtime battles, this raw and honest post explores the reality of sensory overload, overstimulation, and the guilt that follows. No tips, just survival, one chaotic moment at a time.

It’s not picky eating, it’s fear. With ARFID and Type 1 diabetes in the mix, food is complicated in our house. We’re learning to lead with trust, not pressure.

We’re still working to find the right ADHD medication for our son. It’s been a maze of trial, error, and tough calls, from sleep issues to weight loss and emotional crashes. Here’s where we are now.