Foreword This post is about coming home, about unpacking the motorhome after another weekend on the road. It is also about the small moments that linger and stay in your heart. Finally, it is a post about ADHD – about jumpy thoughts that want too much all at once, and about the encounters that leave deep marks in the heart.
Back on the Couch – Motorhome Ready for Autumn
I’m sitting here on the couch, writing. Yesterday, we unpacked the motorhome. The fridge is now empty, ready to be restocked for the next weekend trip. The laundry is done, and only the bedding from the motorhome remains. Once that is washed, our LVL² will officially be ready for autumn.
From now on, our trips will be shorter. Instead of long journeys, it will be small weekend escapes – just enough to capture the last breath of freedom that only motorhome life can give.
Our little one has truly become a camper. I already knew that, but yesterday gave me the final proof – the dot over the “i.” While unpacking, he said: ”The clothes can stay – we’re going out again soon.”
On the way home, we stopped at Överby. First, we bought gas for the Thermacell – that little device I love on mosquito-filled evenings. Then, something else caught our attention. He found a microphone he wanted for his computer. He said he would save up for it himself. However, we decided to surprise him and bought it.
Usually, he waits in the motorhome when we go shopping. But yesterday was different – he came along. And he learned that sometimes, stepping into the store actually pays off.
The Blog – A Timeline of My Life After Learning I Have ADHD
When I was on ADHD medication, I felt my thoughts line up for the very first time. It was as if they became little train wagons, following each other in perfect order. Now, without medication, my mind is more like a ball of yarn – loose threads bouncing in every direction.
I had to stop taking the medication. At first, it helped me. However, after a while, my body began to protest – tight muscles, aching jaws, poor sleep, and creeping anxiety.
Today, I live with my jumpy thoughts again. Sometimes they irritate me – but other times, they make life rich. And sometimes, they turn into blog posts like this one.
Fact Box: ADHD in Everyday Life
ADHD stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
Core symptoms include attention difficulties, impulsivity, and sometimes hyperactivity.
Thoughts often “jump” because of executive function challenges, where the brain struggles to sort what’s most important right now.
While medication can help create mental structure, side effects are common, and many people develop their own strategies instead.
Most importantly, understanding, routines, and a supportive environment can make the biggest difference – especially in school.
A Meeting That Stayed with Me
In my work, I have met many children who couldn’t fit into the school system. Children who had already lost faith in themselves, who carried the feeling of being “wrong.”
I remember one meeting especially clearly. I described the feeling of worthlessness, of constantly having to hide your quirks. The young person began to cry.
”How do you know all this?” they asked. ”I’ve been there before. You’re not alone,” I replied.
Later, I went to our psychologist, because I was worried that my words might have done harm. Instead, he said something that has stayed with me ever since: ”Would you have wanted to meet someone like you when you were a child?” Yes, I said. ”Then you are that person now. Give what you once needed, and you do it so well. You see the kids and say the things they don’t even dare whisper. You let them see themselves as they are – and make them feel good enough as they are.”
Those words stayed. They made me better at my work. And they made me softer as a human being.
Reflection
Oh, how jumpy this post became. But that’s how my brain works – the threads crisscross, and in the end, they land somewhere that truly matters.
Today’s AHA: The psychologist’s words are still with me. I get to be the person I once needed.
Now I’m curious about you…
Have you ever met someone who truly left a mark on you? Which words stayed in your heart?
AHA – Between the Lines
Between the lines, I reveal a person who seeks both stillness and movement. I find joy in the small moments of everyday life – an unpacked motorhome, a little boy’s words, a new microphone. Yet I also carry a deep understanding of life’s fragility, of what it feels like to be small and not quite fit in.
I have learned to live with jumpy thoughts and with a story that has made me both stronger and softer. And I remind you that human encounters – a single moment of true understanding – can change a life. Perhaps I am now the person giving to others what I once longed for myself.
Afterword Thank you for following me through today’s stream of words.
Yesterday is already resting in history. Tomorrow waits somewhere ahead. But right now – this is where life happens, in what you feel, breathe, and experience. – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
Det här inlägget är en stilla hälsning från husbilen, med varmt kaffe i handen och sommarens sista dagar i blickfånget. Det är en text om syskonbarn som påminner om livets lekfullhet, om en sommar som rundas av – och om att hitta små glädjeämnen även när saknaden bor kvar i hjärtat.
Då sitter jag här igen. Kaffet är varmt och kroppen nyvaken efter nattens regn. Det öste ner, inte ett behagligt smatter på taket, utan mer som om spikar föll från himlen. Men jag är vaken nu, kaffet värmer händerna, och kroppen vaknar sakta, centimeter för centimeter.
Två små töser och en påminnelse om livet
Makens bror bor längre ner på campingen och har med sig två urgulliga tjejer. De är både Paw Patrol och – som den ena sa – mäktiga.
Dom visade oss sina konster och hur snabba dom är. Två härliga små töser som i all sin charm visade oss hur livet är när man är barn: oövervinnerligt, lekfullt och fullt av fantasi.
“Jag är mäktig!” – ibland räcker det som livsfilosofi.
Sommaren börjar runda av
Idag ska vi åka hem. Packa ur bilen. Semestern är slut för den här gången – lite sorgligt, men också okej. Det är 1 augusti, sluttampen på sommaren.
En fin sommar har det varit, om än blåsig och lite kylig, förutom de sista veckorna. Många resor med LVL^2, många bad, många sköna kvällar här i husbilen. Annorlunda än tidigare somrar, men roliga och lärorika. Minnen av sommaren 2025
Hösten får bli min
Nu väntar hösten. Och jag har bestämt mig:
Simma tre dagar i veckan i Uddevalla
Skapa en vardag med rutiner som ger energi
Och skriva färdigt Vinghästen, så sagan äntligen blir klar
Kanske kan jag börja med morgondoppen igen också, beroende på hur dagarna blir.
Saknaden som vilar stilla
Sorgen som bodde i kroppen igår har lagt sig till ro. Den vilar där, men känns inte lika tung idag. Det går att hitta till glädje, trots saknaden efter sonen och barnbarnen.
Snart fyller lilla Emilia år. Förra året fick hon ritgrejer – hon är så duktig på att rita. I år vet jag inte riktigt vad hon tycker om. Idag ska vi också köpa present till dotterns sambo – den har jag redan klurat ut.
Små vardagsglädjor väger mer än man tror.
Mellan raderna
Morgonen är stilla. Kaffet är varmt. Det är här jag landar – i det enkla, i nuet, mitt i sommaren som just håller på att bli höst.
Slutord
Så avslutas denna sommar, med kaffet som sällskap och hösten som nästa kapitel. Livet fortsätter i sin stilla rytm, med simtag, skrivtid och små vardagsglädjor som får hjärtat att slå lite mjukare.
Citat: Gårdagen har redan lagt sig till ro i historien, den går inte längre att upplevas bara minnas, morgondagen väntar längre fram. Där borta i framtiden Men just nu – det är här som andetagen ta och livet händer. -Carina Ikonen Nilsson
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This post is a quiet greeting from the motorhome, with warm coffee in my hands and the last days of summer in view. It’s about nieces who remind me of life’s playfulness, about a summer slowly wrapping up – and about finding small moments of joy even when longing still lives in the heart.
Morning Coffee and a Rain That Almost Hurt
Here I am again. The coffee is warm, and my body is slowly waking up after last night’s rain. It poured down – not a gentle patter on the roof, but more like nails falling from the sky. But I’m awake now. The coffee warms my hands, and my body awakens, inch by inch.
Two Little Girls and a Reminder About Life
My husband’s brother is staying further down the campsite with two adorable little girls. They are both Paw Patrol and – as one of them proudly said – mighty.
They showed us their tricks and how fast they could run. Two bright little souls who, with all their charm, reminded us what life is like as a child: invincible, playful, and full of imagination.
“I am mighty!” – sometimes that’s all the life philosophy you need.
The Summer Winds Down
Today we are heading home. Unpacking the motorhome. The vacation is over – a little sad, but somehow also okay. It’s August 1st, the tail end of summer.
It’s been a lovely summer, though windy and a bit chilly except for the last few weeks. Many trips with LVL^2, plenty of swims, and countless cozy evenings in the motorhome. Different from past summers, but fun and full of lessons. Memories of the summer of 2025.
Autumn Will Be Mine
Now autumn is waiting, and I’ve made up my mind:
Swim three days a week in Uddevalla
Create a daily routine that brings energy
Finish writing Vinghästen, so the story can finally be complete
Maybe I’ll even start my early morning swims again, depending on how the days unfold.
The Quiet Rest of Longing
The sorrow that weighed heavy yesterday has settled down today. It rests quietly now, no longer quite as heavy. It’s possible to find joy, even with the longing for my son and grandchildren.
Soon little Emilia has her birthday. Last year she got drawing supplies – she is so talented at drawing. This year, I don’t really know what she likes anymore. Today we’re also buying a present for my daughter’s partner – that one I’ve already figured out.
Small joys of everyday life weigh more than you think.
Between the Lines
The morning is quiet. My coffee is warm. This is where I land – in the simple things, in the now, in the summer just about to turn into autumn.
Closing Words
And so this summer ends – with coffee as my companion and autumn as the next chapter. Life continues in its gentle rhythm, with swimming laps, writing time, and small everyday joys that make the heart beat softer.
Quote: Yesterday has already laid down to rest in history; it can no longer be lived, only remembered. Tomorrow waits farther ahead, out there in the distance. But right now – this is where the breath comes, and life happens. – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
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