The Moody Divergent.

Burnout. Boundaries. Bullsh*t.I’ve been lost, broken, burnt out and told a thousand times to just get on with it. Add perimenopause into the mix, a late autism and ADHD diagnosis, and you’ve got the perfect storm.I’m Moody, human first, divergent always. This isn’t self-help, it’s the realities of being late diagnosed, the skill regression that comes with burnout, and the process of relearning life all over again.Some weeks it’s heartbreak, betrayal, grief that rips you open. Other weeks it’s rants, reflections, or pulling apart the everyday madness.Masking. Meltdowns. Hormones. Love. Loss. Ageing. Identity. The quiet sh*t no one prepares you for. If you’ve ever felt too much, not enough, or like you’re carrying it all on your own, you're not alone.I’m breaking habits. Protecting my soft, sensitive soul. Refusing to shrink any more just to make other people comfortable.It’s messy, it’s moody, it’s me.Welcome to The Moody Divergent.