I found out fairly recently that I have ADHD. I'm 53. What's come alongside that discovery is something I wasn't expecting: grief. Real grief. Grief for who I could have been if I'd known sooner. Grief for what I could have accomplished. Grief for where my life could be right now. Here I am at 53, financially strapped, without much I can point to and say "I built that." I can't stop thinking about the imaginary version of me who got the information at 20, or 30, or even 40, and what she might have done with it. The work I'm doing from this program has helped me so much, but it's also part of why the grief is hitting so hard right now. For the first time I can actually see what's possible for me, and the gap between that and where I am now feels enormous. I think this grief would have surfaced either way eventually. The program just made it more acute right now. I wanted to ask: has anyone else here gone through this? The mourning of a life you might have had if you'd known sooner? How did you handle it? What helped? I’m finding it hard to get past this.