MY LIFE LIVING WITH ADHD

This series explores the overwhelming, restless, and chaotic sides of living with ADHD. Each piece captures the emotional weight—distraction, anxiety, impulsivity—that often goes unseen. Through color, motion, and tension, I’m expressing what it feels like when your own mind won’t let you settle, focus, or fully breathe.

“Burnout” captures the chaos of mental overload—wires tangled like thoughts, energy drained, and the constant push to keep going even when there’s nothing left.

“Burnout” captures the chaos of mental overload—wires tangled like thoughts, energy drained, and the constant push to keep going even when there’s nothing left.

“Flight” captures the relentless state of hyperarousal—my nervous system locked in overdrive, always scanning, always bracing. It’s not escape; it’s survival on repeat.

“Flight” captures the relentless state of hyperarousal—my nervous system locked in overdrive, always scanning, always bracing. It’s not escape; it’s survival on repeat.

“Hyperfocus” bursts with unstoppable energy—when creativity takes over and I’m consumed. It’s beautiful, blinding, urgent—like my brain can’t release the brilliance fast enough. A brilliant flood.

“Hyperfocus” bursts with unstoppable energy—when creativity takes over and I’m consumed. It’s beautiful, blinding, urgent—like my brain can’t release the brilliance fast enough. A brilliant flood.

“Decision Paralysis” shows the crushing weight of overthinking—shame, regret, and doubt chaining me down. Every choice feels like a trap, and still, I can’t move.

“Decision Paralysis” shows the crushing weight of overthinking—shame, regret, and doubt chaining me down. Every choice feels like a trap, and still, I can’t move.

“Imposter Syndrome” reflects the war within—conflicting voices, glowing doubt, and the fire of fear. I’m trapped inside my own mind, questioning every step I take.

“Imposter Syndrome” reflects the war within—conflicting voices, glowing doubt, and the fire of fear. I’m trapped inside my own mind, questioning every step I take.

“The Mask” shows the confusion of identity with ADHD—constantly shifting, adapting, performing. I wear a smile, but behind it, I’m still searching for who I am.

“The Mask” shows the confusion of identity with ADHD—constantly shifting, adapting, performing. I wear a smile, but behind it, I’m still searching for who I am.

“Self Isolation” reflects the instinct to shut down—when the world becomes too loud, I retreat inward, folding into silence, where safety and loneliness exist side by side.

“Self Isolation” reflects the instinct to shut down—when the world becomes too loud, I retreat inward, folding into silence, where safety and loneliness exist side by side.

“Time Blindness” shows how time collapses—past, present, future all tangled. I can’t feel it pass, can’t grasp it. It’s either now or never. No in-between.

“Time Blindness” shows how time collapses—past, present, future all tangled. I can’t feel it pass, can’t grasp it. It’s either now or never. No in-between.

“The Block” shows the disconnect—my mind alive, my body ready, but something suffocates the signal. The real me is there… trapped just behind the static.

“The Block” shows the disconnect—my mind alive, my body ready, but something suffocates the signal. The real me is there… trapped just behind the static.

“Just Breathe” is the pause before eruption—on the outside, calm… but beneath, rage swells like a storm. I’m scared if I exhale, it’ll take me. Emotional regulation is a struggle.

“Just Breathe” is the pause before eruption—on the outside, calm… but beneath, rage swells like a storm. I’m scared if I exhale, it’ll take me. Emotional regulation is a struggle.

“Self Destruct” captures that terrifying edge—when everything builds too fast, too loud, and I feel one slip away from detonating everything good because I’ve lost control again.

“Self Destruct” captures that terrifying edge—when everything builds too fast, too loud, and I feel one slip away from detonating everything good because I’ve lost control again.

“No Self” reveals the mask I wear—smiling, stitched, and unreal. The true me is buried deep, unseen, screaming behind layers of polish and performance.

“No Self” reveals the mask I wear—smiling, stitched, and unreal. The true me is buried deep, unseen, screaming behind layers of polish and performance.

“Rebirth” is the death of the false self—burned, broken, and hollowed out. From the ashes, the real me begins to rise, glowing with truth.

“Rebirth” is the death of the false self—burned, broken, and hollowed out. From the ashes, the real me begins to rise, glowing with truth.