I stopped hiding my chaos. And the 3AM spiral got a whole lot quieter.

Tell me you have ADHD without telling me you have ADHD…I forgot to send this newsletter last night. We said Tuesdays—not Tuesday mornings, right?

But honestly, it’s kind of fitting. Because since releasing AI for ADHD, I’ve been out in the world talking about executive dysfunction—like, publicly. On purpose. And weirdly? It’s been freeing. Like taking-your-bra-off-at-the-end-of-the-day freeing.

For most of my adult life, I felt like I had to hide my chaos. I used to live in a little bungalow in Echo Park, LA, where the only bathroom was through the bedroom. So when people came over, I had to clean everything… or get creative.

Eventually I figured out if I positioned the curtain just right behind my bed, I could shove all my crap between the bed and the wall. No one saw it.

That? That was my executive dysfunction strategy too. Badass at work. Hidden disaster behind the curtain.

Sure, I could crush a meeting with a Cabinet official but I also regularly forgot that my laundry was still at the laundromat. For days.

I spent years thinking I just had to work harder. Be more organized. Hide the mess. What I really needed was someone to say, "You're not broken—your brain just works differently."

I needed tools. I needed language. And maybe most of all, I needed someone to remind me that the very brain that struggled with laundry also came with superpowers—creativity, vision, humor—that outshone the executive dysfunction.

So I wrote that for me—and put it out into the world. And instead of judgment, I’ve gotten messages from people telling me they felt seen.

Which brings me to sleep. Because you know what kept me up at 3AM for years? Anxiety. But not just the normal kind. The executive dysfunction kind. Did that email typo make me look like an idiot? What 17 things am I forgetting tomorrow? Will I fail at this project because my brain just… stopped? But mostly, what if people find out I’m a mess?

But here’s the surprise twist: Telling the truth helped.

Turns out, sharing that I’m a mess—but also smart, and funny, and capable—didn’t ruin anything. It actually made things lighter.

The 3AM spiral quieted down. Not gone, but less loud. Because hiding your humanity is exhausting. And letting people see the full picture? That’s where the real power is.

Here is your permission slip to stop stuffing your crap behind the bed.

That, my friends, is the power move.