LIFTING THE mental block

I have spent my life thinking I was too much, too messy, too needy, too loud. Now, at the age of 51, I seem to have found an explanation, of sorts. I’m not a fan of labels, but it turns out I’m ADHD. Yes, the thing that naughty seven-year-old boys get diagnosed with when they can’t sit still and throw a chair during story time. My journey to getting diagnosed was very different but perhaps equally painful.

At the end of last year I completed a graduate diploma in psychotherapy and despite being an A student and having my first peer-reviewed