Sarah Fogle sitting on her couch with coffee in hand and looking out the window with laptop sitting in front of her

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Just recently, I started taking medication for ADHD. Officially, I haven’t quite dialed in my diagnosis, but a lot changed after having Ellis. I blinked, and I suddenly have a two-year-old of boundless energy and joy. The problems that I was constantly accounting for in creative ways (staying up late to finish the latest blog post and video, sleeping during the mornings to accommodate my unusual sleeping patterns, etc.) — nothing worked anymore.

Sarah Fogle sitting on her couch with coffee in hand and looking out the window with laptop sitting in front of her

For so long, I’ve had a knack for pushing through the short term. I was an EXPERT at telling myself “by this time tomorrow, xyz will be done, so you can endure this temporary hard work.” And, magically, I would be right 99% of the time. It’s how I got through having a job and school and starting a side business all at once. It’s how I did well with my DIY experiments, even when working with sponsors on a deadline (deadlines work so well for me!). My methods might too messy for the Konmari seal of approval, but I had a system that looked haphazard on the outside yet kept it all together.

woman hanging up scroll saw art of green mountains in the nursery on a white wall with a wood frame

Then, I had a kid.

Wait, that trivializes some important aspects of it: I had difficult pregnancy during a pandemic, then delivered 6 weeks premature, and things started to slide in a way I couldn’t recover from. We’ve had multiple surgeries and sicknesses and general life changes. These days, I am tied to a schedule that is not my own, and that required — rather, requires — a lot more on-the-fly adjustment that hasn’t really been working for my sleep, for work, or for basic human function. I found myself still working on projects, but turning inwardly instead of sharing.

standing in the window with pregnancy bump and houseplants

Was it burnout? Exhaustion? Or something else?

I started exploring my why’s — was it the dreaded burnout that people are keen to talk about these days? Not exactly. I still absolutely love DIYing and writing about it and passing on the little nuggets of funny reality that it brings to my life. I wasn’t tired of any of that, and I love being Ellis’s mom (I know I don’t share much of him on the blog, but it’s to keep his life preserved and separate and let him be offline, because I don’t know if he’ll want to be an online presence until he’s older).

Kyle, Ellis, and myself in a recent family portrait 2022

But I was completely emptied. Parenthood hit me in a way that everyone warned about, yet nothing seemed to quite “fit” what I perceived as the problem. I wasn’t just tired or exhausted. My OB-GYN tried postpartum treatments but the antidepressants/anti-anxiety medication didn’t change anything (which was so WEIRD to me, since I’d never experienced medications that had a 0.0% change whatsoever? Even Tylenol and ibuprofen affect me in some way). I couldn’t get my brain to rest. To sleep. To focus. I tried a therapist, who quickly wanted to center my difficulties around adjusting to parenthood. I felt uncomfortable with that, because it ignored that my problems were always problems I worked around before a baby… I just couldn’t work around them anymore now that I had this new being (with his own needs and demands and sleep schedule) in my life.

woman with a bun holding her baby inside of a nursery with white walls and dark green curtains

What wasn’t working

The question I kept wondering was: where had I gone? I felt like someone had taken my brain and dropped it into a dusty corner to collect cobwebs and toddler crumbs (thankfully, Stella is happy to help with that last part). Pale. Zombified. Parts of a whole. Sure, some might dismiss that as “mom brain,” and at least one doctor did. But gone were the days of my superpower multi-tasking and magic ability to churn out 2,000 words at 2AM. Everything I was doing was still the usual level of unfinished work I was used to; I couldn’t get it to fold around the everyday like I could before. There was no satisfaction in the work because there was nothing left to pour out of myself and onto the page or platform.

I needed and wanted change. In some ways, 2022 had plenty of that, considering we went on a family vacation and then came home to sell the house, make plans to move across multiple states, and moved in with family (temporarily) as we search for the right fit.

me standing in front of my emptied living room windows with curtains removed and rug rolled up

My lightbulb moment

I started talking to some friends about it, and one ignited the spark that led me to where I am now: she and her boyfriend were regularly fighting about a lot of little things. Things that she and I actually had in common. One by one, we started firing them back off to one another (have you ever had a conversation where you’re talking about 3 completely different subjects at once but not skipping a beat between sentences or getting confused? That.). And parenthood wasn’t a factor:

  • The piles of “stuff” she kept out in the open to make sure she didn’t forget things (if I don’t see it, it quickly doesn’t exist). Yes! Me too!
  • The way she and I both constantly lost items we always carry around (and have 2 of everything just in case); I’ve always been “Spacey Sarah” and can’t tell you how many times I’ve lost my keys and phone. I don’t even use a wallet anymore because of it.
  • The way I can be working on a task and not even hear the person speaking next to me or completely forget the things I said two conversations ago (my recall in the middle of an argument sucks and can open the door to feeling gaslit over things I’m not sure I said, which has been weaponized in some of my past relationships). A hyper-focus/inattentiveness catch-22.
  • Or I completely underestimate/overestimate the time required to do something (chronic lateness, or obsession about being late because of my track record).
  • An extremely delayed sleep pattern that I can never seem to adapt to normal waking hours. Even as a baby/child. I am a night owl. Always have been, and it made entering the workforce difficult, but success with creating the blog was my saving grace for getting enough sleep. I lost that when I had Ellis (he wakes up just as I reach deep sleep).

And so on. The more she and I talked, the brighter my lightbulb moment became. She revealed that she had ADHD, and while the path to diagnosis was not easy (the irony of procrastinating a doctor’s appointment about procrastination!), she found treatment and things started to improve. This sent me into a spiral of research (as I tend to do when I hyper-focus): online quizzes, medical articles, and more. It was a lot of sorting through well-researched articles vs misinformation vs first-hand accounts and my own biases.

master suite progress - sarah painting

As a kid, I only knew the stereotype of “hyperactive” kids and associated it with peers who couldn’t sit still. I didn’t relate to that (my restlessness is more internal, leaning toward anxiety) and did well in school (deadlines were my secret weapon. Two AM paper-writing champion, right here!). So I didn’t ever expect it could be applied to me. But as I read more, I learned how it was possible for my symptoms to look different than someone else’s. Some of my inexplicable habits, suddenly explained (even sleep and nutrition!). I didn’t have to check all the boxes to get a doctor to listen. And that for many parents — especially women — having children can be the tipping point to no longer being able to keep up. I could make it work for a long time, but entering a new phase of life created an impossible cycle that was wearing me down hard.

Seeking help

It took a few months of more procrastinating and doctor referrals and finally medication (which is still new, so I don’t know if ultimately I will need to try something else)*. BUT, I’m starting to feel better than I have in months. Clarity. Renewed focus. The more I’m learning, the better I feel. It’s not so much that there’s a fix with a capital F, but I better understand where to seek answers and that alone is a huge relief. Which makes me hopeful about this year.

(*Of course, all of this is not meant to be medical advice, just a retelling of my own story. If you recognized any of yourself in this, I do hope that you consider consulting a medical professional too.)

Sanding under Ruby trailer to restore the frame

A Look Ahead at 2023 Projects

As for 2023, I’ve got high hopes for what’s to come. The old house (if you missed it, we sold the house last fall! And we’re moving north and closer to the coast!) was the main source for a lot of my projects. Yet I still have an incredibly long to-do list. Funny how that happens, huh? I covered it all in a long post about our 2023 goals. And next, we’ll talk about the basement apartment makeover!

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  1. Sarah, I relate to so much of this. I’ve forever had all these indicators of ADD/ADHD but always managed to mask it… until I had a kid. My daughter is 3 now, and I was feeling myself getting overwhelmed in situations when plans would change, struggling to manage my projects at work, etc. Last year, at my annual physical, I screened as having depression with most of my indicators coming in the area of focus. I still put off doing anything about it. This year, I finally (probably 15 years later than I should have) started on an anti-depressant that is also used to treat Adult ADHD. I feel so much improvement. It’s not like everything is magically better, but I feel better equipped to manage what comes with each day. I’m so glad you’re finding clarity in this season!

    1. I feel this SO MUCH. I was struggling and wondering/knowing that something was just NOT RIGHT. I know parenting is supposed to be hard, and I wasn’t trying to pretend it wasn’t. But there were so many things that once I started comparing notes and checking off boxes it was like the answer was calling from inside the house. I just wish it were easier for women to find doctors willing to entertain the idea more, especially when so many aren’t diagnosed as kids or ignored that this could be a factor if we did well in school. I hope you’re finding the help you need!

  2. I relate to this so much. Thank you for putting words to exactly how I felt after having a child.

    1. Thank you Bobbie! Yes, it has been a real struggle and I think the hard part is seeing others do things successfully and think “I have no illusions this is supposed to be EASY, but is it supposed to really be this impossible? And discovering that no, maybe it’s not…” I hope you’re finding the help you need!

  3. I was 39 when I got my ADHD diagnosis after my life fell apart and then a pandemic happened. Meds have not worked for me. None of the many many medical professionals I have seen will even entertain the idea of ADHD being incorrect and it actually being Autism, but every single thing I read about “medication resistant ADHD” says It’s Not ADHD.
    I hope the med journey gives you as much relief as it seems to give so many others in the ADHD community.

    1. I’m so sorry it’s been such a struggle for you! I do understand the frustration for sure, and knowing that it’s notoriously harder to get help later in life is really frustrating. I hope you find a supportive doctor who will help (it took finding the right ones for me as well). Good luck!

  4. It is chronically under talked-about, but pregnancy/labor/postpartum can drastically change your body. Which means if you have an issue (ADHD, hypermobility, etc.) it can worsen it. It can also cause new things to pop up, but that’s a whole other issue. It doesn’t help that the ADHD diagnostic criteria was designed by examining boys, and so women as a whole can have a hard time getting diagnosed. I’m so glad you were able to, and that you’re finding some success. For me, Ritalin was an immediate night-and-day change. I build up a tolerance *fast*, so I can’t take it all the time, but it is almost a magic pill for me. I can wash my hair and clean my desk and send that email and at the end of a productive day I don’t collapse from semi-immediate burnout like I used to.

    Anyway, so so happy you’re finding what works for you! Medication and self-education are wildly useful!

    1. This! Ever since it dawned on me that this could be a contributor to my problems with *gestures around*, it’s like I’ve been re-learning about myself and what makes me tick. At a minimum, that’s helpful by itself. But figuring out a medication that works for me and my brain is a new journey that I’m happy to be on, too.

  5. You should join the group “Messy Brained Ladies” on Facebook. It’s for women with ADHD.

    1. I didn’t know of that but that’s pretty cool! I’m rarely on FB (wayyyy to many distracting notifications even when I think I’ve turned them all off) but I’ll check it out. Thanks for the suggestion (especially if someone else sees your note and joins!).

  6. Great, informative post. So proud you are keeping Ellis offline. Every time I see a posting on other sites about their baby having a “diaper blowout” I can imagine that humiliated future preteen or teen.