Not Broken, Just Overflowing

A reflection on grief, ADHD, and the pressure to find purpose when your mind holds too much

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It all started with the loss of my dad.
The grief. The anger. The memories I didn’t want to remember.
So, I started writing through the pain, the silence, and through the things I didn’t yet have the words to name.

And slowly, I began understanding.
Healing and letting go.

But something still stirred inside me.
A restlessness.
A tornado of thoughts I can’t sort out.
Too many ideas, feelings, and questions to hold at once.

A side effect of having ADHD, I suppose.
A brain not made to fit in a box.
A heart that wants to serve.
A soul that’s hungry for clarity, not conformity.
And a creator with no map.

It’s intensity.
It’s vision.
It’s fast-switching, deep feeling, and the struggle of seeing too much all at once.
I feel too much.
I think in spirals.

For so long, I wished to be normal.
To fit neatly into an organized box.
But I am none of those things.

I am chaos, a rush of creativity, grief, pressure, and longing.
Forced into roles, labels, and degrees that don’t hold all of me.

Some days, I focus on ADHD, generational trauma, and childhood pain because those shaped how I learned to survive.
Other days, I want to burn the education system down and rebuild it because I see how it failed me and still fails so many others.
And some days, I paint, write, and create things I think might help people heal.

I don’t have a niche.
Or a tidy story.
But I do have a storm.

A storm that feels like madness, failure, grief, hunger, and fire—
All tangled up inside me.

But I’m not broken.
I’m in transition.
Between who the world expected me to be—
And the person my soul is finally asking me to become.

And maybe, somewhere in this storm,
you’ll find a part of your own story too.
Maybe, here, you’ll remember the light the world tried to dim in you.

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