A few weeks ago, my mother helped me get my house in order. We systematically went through each room in the house and de-cluttered, dusted, organized, and made the house look like people live there. As we were going through my sewing stuff, my mother kept finding unfinished projects. Pretty soon the pile got to be pretty big and I counted 9 sewing projects that I started but didn't finish. Later that night I was telling Josh about it and how I couldn't believe I had that many unfinished projects. I mentioned that the depression must have gotten fairly bad and then we had a conversation that looked like this: Josh: Babe, that wasn't your depression that kept you from doing those projects, it was your ADD. Me: My what?? Josh: Your ADD. You have ADD, right? Me: Um, what? I don't have ADD. Josh: Yes, you do. Didn't you know? Me: No, I didn't know because I don't have ADD. Josh: Yes, you do. I never looked at it as a flaw, I just thought it was a part of