"ADHD, creativity and losing my religion" | Eulogise Me: Ep 7 - Hajar J. Woodland

This week I welcome Hajar J. Woodland to the studio. A creative who sings, writes and performs comedy we really deep dive into her life and experiences off the back of her Eulogy. In this, the longest episode thus far we really get into it all. Enjoy.
Hajar's Eulogy
Hajar died as she lived. With potential - and still clutching her phone.
A naturally gifted singer, writer and funny woman, she could have been many things had she picked one path and persevered. She could have been a singer, had she learnt music theory and practised from an early age. She could have been an author - had she finished even one of her four draft novels. She could have been a millionaire, had she realised she had ADHD sooner and doped herself into being a highly driven corporate bitch. She never quite made it as a comedian, and her debut hour remained a 45-minute work-in-progress with a few half-written songs, but we’ve seen some of the clips, and… they’re fine. Definite potential.
What Hajar lacked in direction, focus and fulfilment, she made up for in soul, humour and a dedication to wasting her life on social media.
She was a hopeless romantic but never learnt how to pour herself into it.
While she could be a bitter lemon who played history on repeat in her brain, no one could hurt her so much that she wouldn’t forgive them if they apologised - and even then, she didn’t usually need an apology.
Her motto for life was to act from a place of power not fear, and she lived fearlessly in micro-moments when she’d throw herself into situations with abandon, but she struggled to do the same with the bigger building blocks of her life.
She loved her niece and nephew so much she decided not to have children, believing that any child of hers would only be a disappointment in comparison.
She died being dragged along the underground track by a Central line train - her least favourite of all the tube lines - as she was leaning over to get a closer look at a mouse. Luckily this meant she avoided living through her greatest fear which was re-enacting the Divine Comedy song, A Lady of a Certain Age - not that she ever had the opportunity to marry for money and live in the south of France.
Her greatest joy was dinner with friends.
She took everything too seriously, except her own joy.
She never conquered her minute-by-minute need for validation and dopamine, and the questions that were a permanent backdrop to her life were ‘Am I OK?’ and ‘Am I doing this wrong?’
Hajar was a lot of fun - she just doesn’t sound like it on paper.
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