Depression, meet ADHD
Chicken and egg or conjugal bedmates?
If you’ve engaged with any of my recent content, you likely noticed that mental health and wellness has been a common thread. In spite of my insecurities of sharing my writing — let alone my experience with depression— with a wider audience, I’ve been met with nothing but support. Hell, some friends that I haven’t spoken to in years have even reached out to share stories of their own struggles.
And it’s in that spirit of openness and solidarity that I’d like to continue sharing my journey of self-discovery and healing.
Focusing is hard, okay?
For a long time, I’ve known that I had issues with attention and concentration—or lack thereof. In university, for example, I remember meeting up for coffee with friends and having difficulty staying focused on the conversation. My attention would often be pulled away by a passing car, or my mind would wander to some trivial matter, like why so many orangutans have large folds of skin on the side of their face.
As soon as I finished my coffee, I would begin tearing at the rim of my paper cup. And by the end of the conversation, the cup would be shredded into hundreds of tiny pieces. I had to give my hands something to do, or I would risk coming across as disinterested or antsy.
