Love A.D.D.erall

At 21 they diagnosed me with AD/HD & gave me smart pills. My grades shot up & my future brightened & some said I was better. But I am numb inside of this drug. People I love become distant strangers sometimes, so proud of me for victories I didn’t earn. How do I tell them I am not what I do or have done. I’ll never be happy on this drug, but I’ll never be successful without it. If only I could Love Adderall.

Let’s see how long it takes me to get bored with blogging?

June 13, 2005 at 3:27 pm · Filed under INSIDE AN A.D.D. MIND and tagged: , , , , , , , , ,

Why write?

Because A.D.D. or AD/HD or Adderall or maybe just regular aging is changing me.  And I feel I should start recording these changes as they occur.

I was on some A.D.D. message boards about a week ago and found them theraputic. So I’ve decided to start blogging about my learning disability and the random thoughts it sends whirling around inside my A.D.D. mind.  Hopefully I’ll find a community meet others like me, friends for whom the world also seems simultaneously too fast and too slow.

Who knows, maybe blogging will become my next obsessive hobby. Maybe some big-wig publisher will notice my writing, thus spurning my big break, my life’s great masterpiece.

But I’ll stop with the lofty pipedreams now. Most likely it will just be a phase, and I’ll get bored with it; blogging will start to feel like homework and I’ll surf away. Being that I have A.D.D., I’ve trained myself to approach all projects with a bit of skepticism, repelling optimism with an army of cynical thoughts.