You made it through the whole workday. You responded to every email with appropriate punctuation. You laughed at the right moments in the meeting. You nodded along when someone told a long, winding story that had no point. You said "sounds good!" when nothing about it sounded good. And then you got to your car, sat down, and couldn't move. Not tired. Not just tired. Something heavier than that. Something that doesn't fully go away after a good night's sleep or a weekend off.

I was between tickets at my day job the other morning, waiting for a server reboot, scrolling through my phone during the kind of two-minute gap that sysadmin work is full of. And there it was again. Another headline about ADHD. Another politician explaining what my brain is, what causes it, and why the medication that helps me function might not be "necessary." I put the phone down and sat with that familiar tightness in my chest. Not because the claims were new. But because