You don't grow out of ADHD. It's a lifelong thing. But these days I don't mind that so much. The disorder has its upsides: creativity, a tendency to view the world from odd angles. And the blaring anxiety I used to feel just trying to get through the day is slowly quieting, turning into the regular white noise of a life.
Both the dazzling appeal and the sinking horror of being a beauty editor is that a flood of shiny new products wash over your desk each day, free of charge. In spite of it all, you still somehow manage to find the Infallible, the Kryptonite, the Desert-Island-Can't-Live-Without, the One, the Undying.
I knew there were some things about my personality that needed work. My goals have always been clear cut and straight ahead of me. To write, to make my own money and to make myself happy. Though, the way I was currently experiencing my personal life did not entail exactly all of the above. To put it shortly, I wasn't getting what I wanted.