Months and months ago I wrote a book. I was bed-bound with physical fatigue and I was in an ADHD hyperfixation kind of mood, so what better to do than write an entire book, right? The product was a 40,000 word memoir detailing my experiences growing up and growing into my disability and the way I've experienced the world as a result. I've always wanted to write a book, to see my book one day on local bookstore shelves. I think it has been a natural product of being such an av

A young woman walks into the bookstore. She arrives just on time, stressed, but grateful that her ADHD didn't get in the way of her time...