Grief is hard. Grief with ADHD? It’s like trying to cry and do your taxes while a raccoon throws your memories into a blender.
One minute you’re staring into space, the next you’re deep-cleaning the fridge because sadness showed up as “productive panic.” You forget important dates and then spiral about forgetting them. You cry because you remembered something sweet, then cry harder because you forgot what you were crying about.
Also: did you eat today? No? Same.
Neurodivergent grief isn’t tidy. It’s not linear. It’s a weird soup of feelings, executive dysfunction, and unexpected hyperfixations. But guess what? That doesn’t make it wrong. It just makes it yours.
So whether you’re disassociating in the cereal aisle or sobbing into a hoodie that still smells like them, you’re doing just fine.
Probably. (Let’s be honest, no one really knows what “fine” means anyway.)

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