Where is my focus? As someone who’s suffered with ADHD her whole life, my mind seems to oscillate between hyper-focus and dissociation, with various levels of distractibility in between. Where the mind goes, the rest of me follows. I journey into the depths of unknotting a necklace chain with a safety pin or fall into the “unspace” of zoning out. The question of where my mind has gone is often answered with the position of my physical body. When I’m frozen like a statue with a blank facial expression, my brain is taking a well-deserved break from its usual hypervigilance. I’m unconsciously tense all of the time, even while I’m deliberately trying to relax. If I’m horizontal or “reading,” I’m also fighting with myself to get on with my life, to make progress, to accomplish something. I need to learn to accept my disability, to quit resisting it so much. The struggle saps my strength, and I already don’t have energy to spare. I can still love and accept myself, even with a frustrating mental illness. I can still love and accept myself, even if I don’t make progress or accomplish anything. I can still love and accept myself and get on with my life.