I’ve just been diagnosed at 55. I’m not feeling the freedom or relief yet. If anything I feel severely limited now. Before, there was a sense that I could do things better. Now, I feel like could never have done things better. I feel the emotional weight of a lifetime of wasted struggle and self-loathing.
We have only one run at this life, and I find most of it was pretty much wasted in a futile struggle against self and the world.
Bit depressed to be honest. I have been depressed for a long long time though.
Maybe with time, and if my psychiatrist ever finally writes the Ritalin script he said he would, I might get some hope. But right now, just feeling bitter and disappointed with everything.