I grew up in the East End of Glasgow. A place people misunderstand, but where I learned early on that real people and real emotion matter more than perception.
For years, there was a gap between what I could think and what I could execute. I could hear full musical arrangements in my head, but couldn't get them out. I performed externally but struggled internally without the language for it.
At 39, I was diagnosed with ADHD. At 40, medication unlocked the execution. Within two years, I wrote a full musical. Same brain. Different access.
Now, everything I do—from radio to writing children's books—is about closing the gap between "I'm fine" and what's actually happening underneath.
