Just read my ADHD Awakening Assessment Full Report. At age 71. I cried several times.
One sentence I wrote stopped me cold: "I was probably in a constant fight with myself. And that took a lot of my energy." That fight explains seventy years - the two-year thesis, the workaholic decade, the basement hours, the half-finished projects. The brain wasn't the problem. The war with the brain was. And here's what I'm holding onto: it's not my last chance. It's my first real one.