Distorted house of mirrors everywhere you go. It’s a freaking carnival and I feel like the side show. Welcome to the creative ADHD brain.
I watch. I observe. Oh, this could be a good story! I tell myself as I start to write the story in my mind. The creation continues, as I stumble through my daily routines. Somewhere after brushing my teeth and switching off the hairdryer, the story is mapped out in my mind. Bookmarked for later. Adult responsibilities lay ahead and end the creative process. Later today, this week, year or never I will retrieve this masterpiece in my mind along with my other fragments of stories and plans.
ADHD brain. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are creative.
You are misunderstood. You try harder than the average person. You are fearless, yet fearful. You mind never stops even in sleep. You marvel at how your dreams have a twist in plot and themes.
Your inner motor forces you to move, yet sometimes you can’t move at all.
Everything is interesting, yet nothing gets finished. Excited to embrace the day, yet hours tick by. You get pull everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time.
This blessing is a curse. Or is it? It’s how I’m wired. We need to accept what’s outside of the narrow societal box. The blobs and splashes of this world. You are my people! You are OK! I am OK!
I’ve covered that part of myself for so long.
The cartwheels, the wonder, my dreams, my laughter and that child from so long ago! The little girl wants to come out and play. She wants to know it’s OK. For now, she will take little steps a time and hope to find her way.
Maybe today.
Indeed 🙌 We are pushing the neurotypicals into masking at this point. 😁
I’ve never been diagnosed with ADHD, but I can relate to all of this. I constantly have stories or poems circulating in my mind, just dying for the moment I can write them down and get them out of my head. And yes I find it very difficult to finish any project because I invariably find something else interesting to consider or look at!