ADHD, I assumed I was incompetent, lazy, immature, and worse. Then, one day, I had a revelation.My epiphany came the day I hosted a friend for dinner.
That morning, I roasted a whole chicken. Proud of that achievement, but exhausted from it, I took shortcuts with the rest of the meal: I opened a can of soup and a can of peas to round it off.
I wasn’t proud of that, but I couldn’t do better.My guest, Claire, was a pleasant woman and a bit chatty. She thanked me for the “home-cooked” spread.
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