It was one of my stupidest ideas to date to, “accidentally”, not sort out my medication before I went to Brazil and have to, “figure something out”, for my last 2 weeks there. My life and my mental health were the best they had ever been, I felt completely in control of my actions, and I felt at relative peace. Why oh why then did my irritatingly morbid curiosity decide to mess with this? I remember saying to some friends that I met in Sao Paulo that when I went back to Barcelona I would be mental for a while. I knew deep down what this would do to me, yet decided to do it anyway - just as some sort of brain experiment?
This post discusses the ridiculous fear of failure and the pressure to constantly achieve. It also speaks a bit about ADHD and the struggles related to living with ADHD.
Since my last post life has been absolute chaos, danger, destruction, and impulsivity due to my medication having not yet taken full effect again. I have had to ride this rollercoaster and just deal with each day becoming easier and easier. I have never felt so bad and so overwhelmed in my life. I went from a state of complete and utter turmoil and chaos to flipping everything into the most positive experience of my entire life.
I spent a large proportion of my childhood in Irish pubs in the UK and Ireland, and so spent a lot of time speaking to drunk, but sometimes very wise, adults. As a curious young child I would sit there quizzing them about their lives - where they´d been, what they had done, why they... Continue Reading →
I was born as a "gifted and talented" child with a very high IQ, and at age 5 I was diagnosed with ADHD, which was untreated and un-managed, due to the fear of medication, until 2017. My childhood was utter chaos and like roughly 75% of people with ADHD I was instantly addicted to alcohol, drugs, and everything I ever came across.