For most of my life, I carried a quiet shame, trying to be perfect while everything took me twice as long. At 45, I was diagnosed with ADHD, and suddenly, my entire past made sense. But with that understanding came grief, unmasking, and a new kind of healing. In this blog, I’m sharing my experience of living undiagnosed, the power of finally knowing, and how spirituality, meditation, and a bit of fidgeting have helped me finally feel at home in myself.