Now I understand why I never fit in—and I'm grieving that

ADHD diagnosis at 35. My whole life makes sense now. Except... I'm angry. All those years of trying to be someone else, of failing, of shame. The clarity doesn't erase the pain.

Diagnosis is answer and accusation at the same time.

If you were undiagnosed for most of your life, how do you process the loss of a 'normal' path you never had?