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In those circles, everyone was both storyteller and listener. No hierarchy. No rush. Just life, shared in its many voices.

“I wasn’t too much or not enough or weird or broken. I was just me - and I had ADHD.”

Pain is not the end of the story. It’s often the threshold of a transformation that does not deny the ordeal of its own creation.

Here 's what I don't like about the term "people-pleasing" : it is inherently shaming.