Poppin' that therapy cherry

Two years into this pandemic, many things have been coming to a head, and so I called in a professional and found a therapist. She does not talk very much, but it seems she doesn't have to? I feel like I'm tackling a hoarder house, only it's in my own skull.

I've been trying to be as honest and genuine as possible, taking off as many filters as I can identify, not curbing my language or metaphors, and taking the time to put shit into words.

Three sessions in, yesterday, she floated the idea of getting me tested for ADHD. I'm thinking of going ahead, maybe there are more tools out there I can use? But yeah, kinda out of left field in a way that, upon examination, maybe shouldn't be so surprising that something is zigging when it's expected to zag.