That was the time she was forever referring to Bali as home and her head of hair looked like there was a family of sparrows living in there.
But she LOVED rubbing it in our faces that she could travel so freely when we were all at home being responsible and looking after our families.
Karma has swung round and it's not finished with her yet.
This chick has no idea who she actually is. She's jumps on every bandwagon going, hasn't found a home, sought happiness-seen what made her sister happy and followed suit! I have adhd, I have spent years understanding it and treating it. I have 2 neurodivergent kids-they were the reason I went for diagnosis. I couldn't understand them and help them if I didn't understand myself. She is the poster child for adhd...like me. The over activity in me is mental, as with her. She has no equivalent barometer, only her sister, so she uses her as a benchmark. She is normality and the only benchmark Siobhan has- but not her equivalent.
If she measures herself against her sister she will always come up short. She is not the same. Until she understands that she will never be happy.
I did the same for years and felt inferior. Once I got my diagnosis I could see the light. I was different, but still equal. My difference made me superior in many ways.
I feel for her. If you don't know yourself the world is hard and you're inner voice is cruel and unyielding.
Girls/women are masters at masking our symptoms. We are usually high achievers/driven/socially awkward. Our perceived inadequacies make us more driven and obsessive. I see all of that in her and I see my past. I would love to show her and help her find a path-but that's a rocky path and one which needs to be handled correctly.
my kids were my awakening, so i could accept it. You have to be open to hear it and it's delicate.