My Birthday Reflection on Growth with ADHD

Today is my birthday. And honestly, most birthdays once used to have a tinge of bitterness for me. There was always this undertone of sadness underlying the celebrations, because my mom isn't with me anymore.

Not being able to celebrate this day with her, not getting to hear her voice or catch her hug, left an aching gap which felt hard to fill.

A photo of my beautiful Momma, Dorothy W. Jones, on the right and my, her twin, Netta on the left. This is one of my favorite photos that I will always cherish♥️♥️♥️

But somewhere along the way, I've grown to accept that grief and temper it into something different—into joy, into gratitude, into living my life in her honor.

And today, I am complete. I am at peace. I am at ease. I am ready—with open arms—to welcome whatever God has in store for me.

Reflecting on 42: A Year of Miracles

Looking back over this past year of my life—age 42—I can see how far I've come.

I have accomplished more in one year than I ever could have imagined, and honestly, more than many get to accomplish in a whole lifetime. And I don't say this triumphantly—I say it gratefully.

New Callings and Creative Courage

I began a new profession (my 4th and final career) as a birth and postpartum doula, stepping in intentionally and working with families through some of their most sacred moments.

I launched two publications on Substack, Vent to Victory, where I turn vents of day-to-day life as an ADHDer, mom, wife, and Black woman in America into a victory. The main publication is ADHDventures in Homeschooling, where I talk about the life of homeschooling as a mommy with ADHD, the goods, the chaos, and gratitude.

I began a blog, a podcast (Chatterbrain Mommy), and an e-book that is deeply personal and emotional to my journey.

Connections That Became Chosen Family

With all that, I've encountered some of the sweetest souls—those who've not only advised me but who now are friends, sisters, and chosen family.

They've invested in me just as I've learned to invest in others.

The Radical Shift: Choosing Myself First

But perhaps the most revolutionary of this journey? I've learned to put myself first.

As someone with ADHD, that hasn't always been intuitive. We get pulled in by the hustle, by the whirl of overthinking and overstimulation, constantly chasing after the next thing or trying to "catch up."

But this year, I took my foot off the gas.

I learned to sleep without guilt.

I embraced quiet.

I re-established my spirituality, deepening my connection with God in a way that keeps me centered no matter what's going on around me.

I began to turn about the old habits and replacing them with intentional routines. I found joy within myself. I stopped waiting for peace and instead learned how to create it.

A photo of me as I embrace the beautiful bloom of many flowers, meaning many opportunities arise as I walk in my purpose.

A photo of me as I am so joyful. These flowers were given to me by my baby daughter on my 21st anniversary on 4/13/2025.

Walking Boldly in My Purpose

That's why I'm still strutting my stuff confidently in my ministry as an ADHD life and wellness coach. In spite of the bumps, in spite of the doubt, I know this is what I am called to do.

My coaching website will be live in a few weeks, and I'm already taking pre-appointments.

I've had single-session work that has reminded me how desperately this work is needed—and I'm just so blessed to be creating a successful business where I can come fully, not only for my clients, but for my family as well.

Welcoming 43: A Year for Blooming

This year, 43 is going to be about growth and establishment. Last year was establishing—putting the foundation down. This year is about watering the seeds that I planted last year and watching them bloom.

So stay tuned. God’s not done. I’m walking in my purpose, with love in my heart, and fire in my spirit—and I’m ready to help others do the same.

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