Surviving with ADHD.I felt like I had a problem and sought psychological counseling and psychoanalysis, but there was a point that couldn't be resolved despite my efforts. I couldn't understand what the problem was and couldn't grasp it, and people criticized me and misunderstood me, making it difficult for me to socialize. It was only when I knocked on the door of psychiatry that I received a diagnosis of depression and ADHD and have been receiving treatment for almost two years.During that process, I changed my work, relationships, and lifestyle, and understood that there was a problem with my brain function, not my mental state. I was able to overcome my self-hatred and misunderstandings. The relief of realizing that I wasn't a bad person, but a sick person, gave me the freedom to forgive myself and an opportunity to live a more comfortable life. I hope that those who don't understand their own "developmental disabilities" can find help to live a better life.