In one of my previous posts (you can read that here), I touched on naming my ADHD. And with that… there’s someone I think you should meet. Officially, that is. I’ve named her Rory. She lives in my head, interrupts every serious moment with unnecessary commentary, and has the attention span of Dug when he’s seen a squirrel. She is, without question, my ADHD personified.
And I’ve decided to let her run wild. Yes, really. I’m giving her a corner of this blog to write her own posts. Unfiltered, overexcited, possibly over caffeinated, because let’s face it, she is narrating my life anyway, so she might as well have a platform.
Rory is that loud, overexcitable, emotionally invested voice in my brain who likes to remind me of that deeply embarrassing thing I said a few years ago, thinks every minor inconvenience deserves a waterfall of tears and a snack break, narrates my day like a BAFTA winning mockumentary and comes with with brilliant (and sometimes not so brilliant) ideas at 11:50pm and then either proceeds to forget them by 11:51pm or insists that the idea needs to be carried out immediatley and cannot possibly wait until morning.
She is the hyperfocus and the burnout. The “I can do everything right now!” followed by “I forgot what I was doing.” She is funny and frustrating all at once.
And why am I letting her write? Well, because ADHD isn’t just a diagnosis, it’s a whole experience, it’s my life, and Rory captures the unfiltered reality of it in a way I can’t always do justice, because I’m over here trying to sound “normal” or “professional” or like someone who hasn’t cried in a Disney gift shop or walking down Main Street at the sight of the Castle.
When Rory speaks, it’s honest, chaotic, and a little bit unhinged in the best way. So instead of trying to rein her in and quieten her down… I’m letting her go rogue.
Rory will be popping up somewhat regularly to share her thoughts on mostly Disney trips and snacks (with zero chill), ADHD life (the beauty and the ridiculousness of it), parenting with neurodivergence, and deep, emotional reflections followed immediately, no doubt, by something ridiculous
If you’ve ever laughed mid panic, cried at fireworks, or bought a planner to avoid doing the thing you needed the planner for, you’ll get her.
This blog has always been about my brain and my voice… But I come with ADHD and not really as a solo act, and Rory is huge part of that package.
So whether you love her, fear her, or are her, I hope you enjoy what she brings to the table. From chaos & colour to brutal honesty, impulsive ideas, and the occasional unsolicited snack review. Stay tuned for her first official post, she’s already arguing with me over fonts and demanding her own logo. And yes… I’m letting her have it. So, I asked ChatGPT to come up with an image based on how I would describe Rory. And this is what it came up with:
I’d say that’s pretty accurate
Xx
NikkiEverAfter1923 
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