Our engagements are no longer being led by our base feelings, instincts, or preferences, and even they themselves are being perpetually modified by what is fed to us. Re-curated each day by the endlessly morphing algorithms of our life feeds. The continued availability of communication, distraction, entertainment, also means there are no mental spaces left to fill. For our minds to wander, for organic thoughts to enter our brains, flourish, or bloom...

People with ADHD need to be reminded of their magnificence, just the way they are… This is a declaration. A proclamation of unique brilliance, unrivalled spirit and resilience. These are the …

The sights, sounds and smells of simple excursions into nature… Ten minute escape pods for when you don’t have time to go yourself… (If you like and prefer my Walking Diary posts,…

People call it the black dog. I think of depression more as a haunted Victorian governess who has been repeatedly washed on an old sock cycle.

The mountain landscape, gilded in low autumn sun, is at the very cusp of change. Verdant green oaks spill their prolific bounty to the ground below, mingling with the first russet leaf-drop. On the open hillside above, the bright green ferns, bejewelled with raindrops, sit aside their newly bronzed companions. The hazy light softens the edges of the mountain path, beckoning me into the autumn magic...

If the average person’s brain is a car with a 2 litre engine, plenty of reserve power, and appropriate gears for hills, an ADHD brain is trying to drive all the same routes with a 3 wheeler (…