(having attended a celebration of life for an amazing healer of a woman I've known for over half of my adult life this past weekend.) Grief can be so heavy & unpredictable. Today, I keep getting pulled back to this tidbit from my snapshot..."Those aren't line items. Those are lives unlived. Those are versions of you that you quietly buried while everyone around you assumed you were fine because you were still functioning. What you're describing isn't frustration or regret. It's grief. Real, layered, unspoken grief, made heavier by the fact that you grieved it alone, while still showing up for aging grandparents, growing children, and a husband's career. You held a dance studio, a design firm, and a whole family of futures inside your body. And no one knew you were carrying caskets." Being a high functioning ADHD-er can be a double edged sword of sorts. So much...