The rise in ADHD diagnoses looks suspicious to some people. Too many, too fast, too easy. But what actually happened is that the conversation got loud enough for the people who were always missed to finally recognise themselves in it. That's not the system being gamed. That's the system slowly starting to work.

I say the same thing five different ways before I finally know how I actually feel. For a long time I thought this made me dramatic, or needy, or a bit too much. Turns out it's just how my ADHD brain thinks. Out loud.

Most of my friends have great jobs, live with their partners, and are doing the thing. I love them. But there's a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from being the one they check in on, the one who's still job hunting, the one who gets the soft voice and the head tilt. I'm tired of it. And I suspect I'm not the only one.

They tell you the diagnosis will feel like a light turning on. And parts of it do. But nobody warns you about what comes after the oh — the grief for the student who might have done better, the teenager who might have been kinder to herself, the years spent being told you just needed to try harder. This is the side of late diagnosis nobody writes about.

Saying "everyone's a bit ADHD" feels harmless. It isn't. Here's why minimising ADHD as a personality quirk causes real harm, especially for those diagnosed late.

Job hunting with ADHD isn't just hard, it's a full-body, brain-fighting experience. Burnout, rejection sensitivity, and the CV copy-paste trap: here's the honest version nobody's writing.

So… I’m dating a boy (I know, yuck). But it’s going surprisingly well! ADHD affects relationships in ways people don’t always talk about, from forgetfulness and hyperfixation to deep empathy and loyalty. Here’s my guide to dating someone with ADHD, the challenges, the quirks, and the unexpected magic.

After three blissful weeks in Australia soaking up the sun (and completely ignoring my plan to blog about it), I’m back, refreshed, refocused, and ready to rebuild. The UK might be grey, but my mindset isn’t. This time, I know what I’m looking for in a job, in life, and in myself. Here’s to cutting out the chaos, leaning into growth, and finding my version of happy, one small ADHD-fuelled step at a time.

I’m a chaotic neurodiverse girl living in London, muddling my way through adulthood with a love-hate relationship with London, and a knack for finding myself in shit situations.