Episode 6: Finale: Panic, Birds, and Superpower Boosts
Monday, 13/10/2025
The Magic of ADHD Through Iris’s Eyes
Iris’s ADHD shows that chaos can turn into strength. Every “mistake,” scribble, and failure becomes a lesson and a personal superpower.
Survival Kit for Kids
- Use imagination to see solutions from different angles.
- Smile at your mistakes — they might show you the way.
- Turn anything “chaotic” into doodles and colors — you’ll see it will make sense.
Tips for Parents
- Support your child in seeing ADHD as an advantage, not an obstacle.
- Recognize the creativity behind a “chaotic” mind.
- Discuss organization techniques that respect the child’s natural way of thinking.
Days passed, summer was approaching, and I sat on my bed staring at the ceiling as if watching a trailer from the
whole season of “Iris — ADHD Edition.”
Next year will be the final season of the series called “school.”
Not that I’m going to miss it much.
“Well,” I thought, “enough with the drama queen phase. It’s time to accept that my ADHD is not a disaster — it’s the ultimate life hack. A cheat code that others don’t know how to use.”
The functions test, the scribbles, the birds, the clouds, and the projects that ended in panic — all of it turned
into a huge collection of moments that go: we almost crashed, but somehow it turned out perfect.
Yes, that’s me — a little chaotic, a little absent-minded, but I operate in my own unique way, and in the end, I
always manage perfectly!
I’m not perfect.
And who wants to be perfect anyway?
Perfection is for robots, not humans.
I’m happy that my life is interesting, creative, and — okay — a bit crazy.
That I find solutions in ways no one understands, but they work.
That I try for my best, not for someone else’s “perfect.”
"Alright Iris, go ahead and write a book now!" I told myself and laughed.
I tried to put my notes in order — or at least into something that vaguely resembled order. I highlighted the
correct answers with colors, circles, and wrote a "yay me!" next to them — because honestly, someone has to praise
me.
The black bird on the window started chirping again, as if saying:
“You did well, but don’t get cocky. We start again tomorrow!”
And I just smiled.
If life is a chaotic function, f(x) f(x) f(x), then at least now it dances to my rhythm.
So with clouds, birds, scribbles, and a bunch of “yes, but I did it with style,” I closed this year’s chapter — panicked, chaotic, but 100% alive and happy.