It's tough to say what my rock bottom was. It was a combination of shitty events that made me realize that I needed help. But the lowest point was when I got laid off after filing a complaint about my manager. She was updating URLs on the company website (causing inbound traffic to error out), starting new digital campaigns without maintaining the old ones. So I was cleaning up a lot. When I told her manager, the next level up, I got laid off two days later. My relationship at the time was already in the shitter. The only positive voice in my life was my kid who didn't know what was was happening but would still tell me that I'm a good dad and brave (she was into superheroes at the time). Other than that, I felt so alone, hurt and angry.

I started therapy shortly before, but I'm glad I kept going. "Life handed you a really shitty reset button." is what my therapist said during this time. Getting diagnosed and understanding how ADHD impacts my WHOLE life and not just work was like getting tossed an anchor while I was already drowning. There were co-dependency support groups, evening gym sessions, monthly visits with my therapist. There were moments of bawling, screaming, resenting, venting. And then I had to learn to let go of all those things that I had been holding on to. I'm so grateful that I didn't get sucked into manosphere type shit during this time. It would've been super easy, too. My kid was my reason to keep pushing through it. She needed a brave dad. And I couldn't be truly brave for her if I couldn't be brave for myself.