Operating System Unknown

At four years old, I walked across town to find an ATM because my mother said no to ice cream. I understood the mechanism. I didn't understand boundaries. A police car found me before my parents did.
That pattern - impulse, action, collision with reality - would run unchecked for the next forty years.
I built businesses and burned them. Married twice and failed twice. Moved countries when staying got too hard. At forty-three, a psychiatrist finally named the operating system I'd been running my whole life.
ADHD.
The diagnosis didn't fix anything. It translated everything.
This is not a redemption story. It's a map drawn backward through four decades of wreckage, until the blueprint finally became visible.