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For most of my twenties, I spent money to keep up with everyone. I chased trends, bought the clothes and the makeup everyone else had, said yes to every happy hour, every brunch, every weekend trip. My ADHD diagnosis at 30 was my wake up call. For the first time in my life, my brain made sense. The impulsive spending, the dopamine chasing, the avoidance, the “I’ll deal with it later,” the shame spirals, all of it finally had a reason. I realized I wasn’t “bad with money.” I was unmedicated, overwhelmed, and trying my best with the tools I had. Once I started medication and began healing, it felt like someone turned on the lights in a room I had been stumbling around in for years. I could see the patterns. I could see the habits. I could see the numbers. And instead of panicking, I finally felt ready to make a plan. This year hasn’t been perfect. But it has been honest. And healing. And grounding. I learned that financial health isn’t about deprivation, it’s about safety. It’s about being able to trust yourself. I’m learning discipline without shame. Structure without suffocation. Goals without self-hatred. I’m learning to slow down, to check in, to ask myself, “Do I want this, or am I trying to soothe something?” I’m learning how to pause long enough to make clear minded decisions.

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Track: Got To Give It Up - Pt. 1
Artist: Marvin Gaye