A rather honest post today. Awaiting , in my middle age, a diagnosis of ADHD. Sometimes I feel utterly at the mercy of my brain’s differences. I feel too much.
But if it goes, what then?
Sometimes I hate how much focus
My brain gives to one thing
Other days I’m afraid
The intensity will fade
And I will be left empty
And without direction
I would love to know
For just a moment
How it feels to
Not
Be wired this way


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