It’s been a full month since I’ve started taking medication for ADHD and I have so much to say:
Being numb is not better than feeling sad or disappointed.
I forgot how much I enjoyed life.
I forgot how much I enjoyed having neat and decluttered surroundings.
I didn’t realize the depth of darkness I was actually living in.
I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy being in the school setting again.
I forgot how much I liked to learn.
I am realizing that I’m not actually afraid of people.
I can see now that a lot of my food pickiness came from sensory issues.
I don’t have to hit a wall at 4 PM every day.
I no longer feel like I have to be dependable on coffee.
There are enough hours in the day.
The sunrise is worth waking up early for every single morning.
And I forgot how special sunsets can be.
Maintaining conversations with adults is not as hard as I once believed that it was .
I don’t have to snap every time I feel overwhelmed.
It’s always okay to ask for help.
Staying silent while searching for proper words isn’t as intimidating as my mind wants me to believe it is.
I am allowed to speak my own truth without twisting it to make others comfortable.
I am allowed to feel sad for the lack of support I’ve received in my life without putting the blame on anyone.
I feel myself smiling again for no reason.
There is no shame in taking medication to help navigate mental health matters.
My love for serving and empowering others hasn’t gone anywhere, I just couldn’t feel it through the fog.
I happy-cried for the first time the other day in a very long time.
Life is challenging but those challenges don’t have to be absolutely consuming.
I didn’t realize that I’ve been carrying perfectionist tendencies for a very long time.
I forgot how much I enjoyed hearing my own deep breath.
I forgot how powerful my voice is.
And I forgot how important it is to love myself.
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