I’ve driven to my apartment so many times I could probably do it blindfolded.
And yet…
Every once in a while I completely miss my turn.
Not by a little either. Like… I’m five minutes down the road before my brain suddenly goes,
“Ma’am… where exactly are we going?”
Apparently my body was driving home while my brain wandered off to reorganize a conversation from 2017.
Please tell me I’m not the only one whose GPS is running on ✨vibes✨. 😂
I almost walked right past these.
One thing I’ve noticed since I started hiking is my AuDHD brain is weirdly good at spotting the tiny stuff. Mushrooms the size of my fingernail? Instantly. Where I left my car keys? That’s a different investigation.
These little guys completely made my day. It’s funny how something so small can make you stop and just… appreciate being outside for a minute.
Anyone know what they are?
Yesterday I took the first official hike of what I’m calling my Finding Leeann Tour.
It’s basically me trying to figure out who I am outside of survival mode.
No huge mountain. No life-changing revelation. Just a trail, a backpack, a curious pit bull, and a brain that finally got a little quieter.
I’m starting to think healing isn’t always some dramatic breakthrough. Sometimes it’s just remembering to look up at the trees instead of down at your worries.
I’d love to hear what got you into hiking. What made you fall in love with the trail?
This is Dani.
Before she came into my life, she spent way too much time confined, and I think it rewired her little pit bull brain to believe if I disappear for 12 seconds I’ve probably fallen off the face of the earth.
She’s basically my aggressively unpaid emotional support supervisor. If I stand up, she stands up. If I pee alone, it’s apparently a crisis.
She’s made so much progress, but if she can’t get to me she’ll panic and sometimes redecorate the apartment in ways I didn’t approve.
Also… yes, I know our apartment isn’t exactly Architectural Digest material. We’re just two girls saving for a place with a backyard she deserves. One day.
Anyone else have a velcro pittie with separation anxiety? What actually helped? I’d love to help her feel safe instead of convinced I’ve been kidnapped every time I leave the room.
My AuDHD brain is like an overqualified security guard with absolutely no training.
It ignores actual emergencies.
But Karen from accounting took three hours to reply to my email?
LOCK THE BUILDING DOWN.
It can remember the exact tone of voice someone used when they said “okay” in 2014.
It cannot remember where I set my phone 14 seconds ago.
I can spend four hours researching the “perfect” planner that will finally organize my life…
…then forget the planner exists by Wednesday.
And don’t even get me started on text messages.
One unanswered “lol” and suddenly my brain has produced an entire Netflix documentary explaining how I’ve accidentally ruined every relationship I’ve ever had.
Meanwhile, someone could walk past me carrying a literal chainsaw and my brain’s like,
“Neat.”
I’m beginning to suspect my nervous system skipped the “minor inconvenience” setting entirely.
It’s just:
Everything’s fine. 🌿
This is clearly the end of civilization. 🚨
Please tell me I’m not the only one living with this wonderfully unhinged operating system.
What’s the most ridiculous “emergency” your brain has ever invented?
I’m AuDHD and I swear my brain is a strange little place.
I can remember an embarrassing moment from 20 years ago in perfect detail.
I can spend three hours researching the “best” planner.
I can lose my coffee while actively drinking it.
And somehow unanswered text messages can feel like a five-alarm emergency even when logically I know everything is fine.
Sometimes I wonder if other people experience life this intensely or if my nervous system is just running on its own operating system.
Anyone relate?