10/15/2026
One thing I know about ADHD: regulated doesn’t always look calm.
A couple of weeks ago, I said I would post every day. I haven’t.
I was already having trouble getting my content scheduling organized. Then we learned our sweet kitty Isabel was dying. A week ago, we said goodbye.
I’m sobbing while I get the cat food.
And I’m noticing something important about how this feels.
This is not emotional dysregulation. This is grief.
When I get caught in rejection sensitivity or the distress of being unable to start something, there can be another layer: Why am I like this? What’s wrong with me? Can I trust myself? So dysregulation, for me, is often triggered not by the feeling itself, but by the feeling ABOUT the feeling. Anxiety that I feel this at all. Criticism that I am so sensitive. Fear that my mask will slip and others will see how screwed up I am.
This grief feels different. It hurts enormously, but I’m not arguing with myself about whether I should feel it. I know why it’s here.
I can feel a strong emotion and still have a relationship with myself inside it. I can cry, need support, change my plans, and let the feeling move through me.
Today, being regulated includes being heartbroken.