Unearthing My Creativity

I’ve always been someone who dreams in color. Ever since I was a child, my imagination painted vivid pictures of worlds that didn’t exist but felt so real. I could lose myself for hours in stories I made up with characters, scenes, entire lives that I built and lived out in my mind. Back then, I didn’t know this was creativity. I just thought it was the way I was.

As I grew older, that vivid imagination didn’t fade. I’d watch movies and instantly think of how the story could have unfolded, differently better, even. I’d picture alternate endings, richer developments, or entirely new characters who could have shifted the narrative. Ideas would come to me so easily. But that’s all they ever were: ideas. I never gave them life because I didn’t think I was a writer. I assumed these thoughts were just for me—little bursts of imagination meant to live and die in my head.

The more I’ve learned about ADHD and how it shapes me, the more I’ve started to see the gifts that have always been there. The ability to dream deeply, to ideate endlessly, to feel a story before I even try to tell it. That’s creativity. That’s the art of making something out of nothing.

Now, I’m choosing to honor it.

For so long, I’ve held onto these ideas, trapped in the constant churn of my mind, but I’m no longer keeping them there. Recently, I made a decision that feels like a turning point in my life: I’m going to write. Not because I’m trained, not because I have a degree in it, but because I love it. Because I owe it to myself to see where this journey takes me.

These days, I find myself speaking my ideas into voice notes, letting the thoughts flow out of me without judgment or pressure. It’s amazing, almost cathartic, to release them. It feels like I’m unlocking nearly 40 years of stored-up energy, creativity, and dreams. Thoughts I once forgot or dismissed are now coming back to me, and seeing them come to life is indescribable.

There’s something magical about watching your own creativity unfold. It’s as though I’m meeting a part of myself I’ve always known but never fully embraced. And for the first time in a long time—maybe ever—I feel excited. Truly, deeply excited.

I never thought I’d be here. I never thought I’d even try. But here I am, answering the call to be more than I ever thought I could be. Writing is where I’m starting, but I know it’s just the beginning.

So, if you’ve ever doubted your ability to create, if you’ve ever kept your dreams locked away because you thought they weren’t good enough or because you weren’t "qualified," I want you to know something: it’s never too late to try.

Stay tuned. This is only the beginning.