My project manager pulled me aside after our team meeting.
"Maria, can I talk to you for a second?"
I knew what was coming.
She'd noticed the same thing I'd been trying to hide for months.
I couldn't finish tasks anymore.
Every day at 3 PM, my brain would just... stop.
Find Out What Was Really Wrong โI've Worked Here For 11 Years
Marketing department. Four-person team. Always crushed our deadlines.
I was the one people came to when they needed something done right.
That was my identity. The reliable one.
So when I started losing that...
It Started At 3 PM
Around 3 PM, I'd read an email three times and not understand it.
I'd stare at my screen, cursor blinking, completely blank.
My team would Slack me questions and I couldn't form responses.
The words were there. I could see them.
But they wouldn't connect into meaning.
Like my brain's operating system was rebooting.
And I'd just sit there. Frozen. Waiting for it to come back online.
I thought maybe it was just one bad week.
Then another bad week.
Then every single afternoon for three months.
My coworkers started noticing.
"You okay, Maria? You seem distracted."
Distracted.
That's office code for "you're checked out and we can tell."
I'd smile. "Yeah, just tired. Didn't sleep well."
But the truth was scarier:
Here's What I Discovered โThe Notebooks Started Appearing
I started carrying a little pocket notebook everywhere.
Every conversation. Every instruction. Every task.
Write it down immediately or it's gone forever.
My coworker joked: "Getting organized, Maria?"
I forced a laugh.
Then Came The Meeting
Ten minutes in, the director asked me a direct question.
"Maria, what's your team's timeline for the campaign rollout?"
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
I KNEW the answer. I'd literally reviewed it that morning.
But I couldn't find the words.
My brain was empty.
Like someone had deleted the file.
Finally, my coworker jumped in: "I think Maria means we're targeting end of Q2, right Maria?"
"Yes. Right. Q2." I managed.
But the damage was done.
I saw the look on my director's face.
Confusion. Concern.
She pulled me aside after.
There it was.
See What Was Actually Causing This โI Went Home And Cried In My Car
A vacation wasn't going to fix my brain rebooting every afternoon.
Three Doctors Told Me The Same Thing
I made appointments with three different doctors.
That was it.
No investigation. No solutions.
So I'm supposed to just accept that I can't function at work anymore?
Here's What Actually Worked โSee The Solution That Saved My Career โ
I Found The Answer On Reddit At Midnight
I couldn't sleep.
At midnight, I was scrolling Reddit.
r/ADHD_Women. Thread: "Does anyone else's brain literally reboot in the afternoon?"
Hundreds of comments.
But I don't have ADHD.
Then r/Menopause. r/BrainFog. r/WomensHealth.
Then I saw this comment:
Here's How I Fixed The System โ
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