Hello April, Please be kind.

I should write more. It’s the pesky inconsistencies of ADHD.

It’s there swirling about inside my head all incohesive like as usual. March with its Springbreakers here in vacation land USA kept me busy work wise, a pinched nerve in my shoulder is still rendering my arm numb right down to the fingertips, it’ a painful process to even type. I suppose PT is in the near future, I’d say UGH, but it’s probably not a bad idea.

All last month felt as if too much time was slipping by too fast, I’d have to pull myself back and remind myself it was only March, but it’s been a long and rather cold winter here in the south, I thought I’d be escaping all that SAD moving down here from the mid atlantic. Live and learn. Then there’s that black juju dropped on my doorstep from January still finding ways to linger. It’s a lingerer. I don’t think people really realize the power of words. I’ve been waiting on sweet springtime to and the warmth of her sun to burn all this nonsense away. Poetic. I know.

Hello April, please be kind.

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I think I need a game plan. I’m thinking. There’s dangers in that.  Another issue with the ADHD, you think more than you actually do. Then the whole time management issue gets involved. It’s a double damn it. The doing and the time to do it. There is great potential for overwhelming just dealing with those two thoughts alone. I guess I didn’t realize how interwoven the ADHD was in so many aspects of life until I actually sat down and started to write, even ever so humorously, about it here on this blog last year. It’s always there in the background, like a shadow waiting to jack up something. How have I even gotten this far! Ha! Ha? Hmm.. Well, damn. I see peanut butter toast in my near future and a cup of coffee with lots of thoughts and game planning now. Welcome to the second Sunday of my April.

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ᏕᎧᎷᏋᏖᎥᎷᏋᏕ.

…there are just too many thoughts at one time.

That’s what the past 2 weeks have seemed, much like this strange half frozen egg found in my fridge a couple of weeks ago. Not quite this, not quite that. Regardless I still had to make an impromptu run to the market to pick up fresh eggs to finish off my baking. Such is life with ADHD, you just keep on keeping on. Baking. Half baked. That’s rich. Ha-ha. That’s a fitting descriptive.

half way in between
the problem with A D D
jump swirl jump again again

 

 

Because it is relevant.

#ITakeMyPillsBecause .. is still on my mind.

I advocate ADHD because I should have been a better role model. I advocate ADHD because no one ever did so for me.

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The whole thing saddens me really to the point I mostly didn’t even want to comment anything about it. That’s typical me. I don’t compute insinuation very well, I find it ridiculous without facts and since I can’t take in account all the facts on every individual with ADHD and/or on Adderall I just rather not part take in any mud slinging.
Typical me again. I’m not against confrontation I just rather prefer not waste my time or energy trying to convince anyone of anything they’d rather not be convinced of. You do you, I’ll do me and let’s just agree to disagree. Continue reading “Because it is relevant.”

ᎥᏒᏒᎬᏞᎬᏉᎪᏁᏆ bᏞᎾᎶᎶᎥᏁᎶ.

Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Not Even.

An outlet for a brain that refuses to stop rambling, even at night, even asleep, my techno colored psychedelic dreams I could write a book on them alone. Attention Deficit Disorder. It’s my brains attempt to never ever be bored, to never be still.

I’m up early. My brain has already had nearly a dozen contemplative in-depth conversations with itself in the past half hour Continue reading “ᎥᏒᏒᎬᏞᎬᏉᎪᏁᏆ bᏞᎾᎶᎶᎥᏁᎶ.”

Irrelevant. How the Doorway now becomes a Most Irrelevant Adventure in Blogging.

Because I have ADHD. I can, and could, really just leave it at that.

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I’ve gone from a just another lady with a deck of cards to sheer irrelevance. I still have the cards. I never part with the cards. All interests, no matter how passionate they begin, wane. I should have known. How could I have not have known? Continue reading “Irrelevant. How the Doorway now becomes a Most Irrelevant Adventure in Blogging.”

An Open Letter To My Son

Dear DJ,

The one thing people can never really quite prepared you for when you’re about to have a baby is just how completely and madly in love with them you will fall.  I can still see myself sitting at the foot of your baby swing on the floor as you rocked back and forth asleep only weeks old, utterly amazed at how perfect you were, it was you and me against the world. It was always you and me. Continue reading “An Open Letter To My Son”