Fifty & Unfiltered – Embracing My Neurodivergent Journey

Turning fifty as a neurodivergent woman feels like finally taking a deep breath after decades of holding it in. For years, I masked, molded, and tried to fit into a world that wasn’t built for my brain. But now? I’m done shrinking myself.

At fifty, I’ve learned that my intensity, my deep emotions, my scattered-yet-brilliant way of thinking—these aren’t flaws. They are part of who I am, and I refuse to apologize for them anymore.

🔹 What I wish I knew sooner: You are not “too much.” You are not broken. You are not here to meet the expectations of people who don’t understand you.

Here’s to living unfiltered, embracing every neurodivergent quirk, and taking up space unapologetically.