Jax's ADHD Story

Jax, the Abandoned Black Sheep of Bordesley Hollow

In the quiet, misty expanse of Bordesley Hollow, where the flock moved as one—calm, disciplined, and unwavering—there was always an expectation: follow the path, stay with the herd, know your place. But from the moment Jax took his first unsteady steps, he never quite fit. He was born different. Restless. Unpredictable. And in the end, he was left behind.  

His family tried to guide him, at first. Tried to teach him the steady rhythm of the flock—how to graze properly, how to move in line, how to listen. But Jax couldn’t help himself. His mind flitted from thought to thought like leaves caught in the wind. He would start one thing and abandon it the moment something else caught his eye. When the others lay down for the night, he would wander, chasing the sounds of unseen creatures or exploring the hidden corners of the valley.  

The elders grew tired of his disruptions. His mother, once patient, began to sigh when he fell behind or strayed too far. The others whispered. He is not like us. He does not belong. 

And one day, the flock moved on without him.  

When Jax awoke, they were gone. No trail left in the grass, no scent lingering in the air. He searched, calling out, but there was only silence. They had left him. Chosen to be rid of him.  

For the first time, he was truly alone.  

But as the days passed, loneliness gave way to something else. A quiet understanding. He no longer had to follow rules that never made sense to him. No one to scold him for his restless mind, no one to sigh when he strayed. For the first time, he was free to move as he pleased—to explore the Hollow on his own terms, to go wherever his wandering heart led him.  

He was the black sheep, the unwanted, the abandoned. But perhaps… he was also something more.  

A survivor. A seeker. A creature who would write his own story, whether the flock saw it or not.