I Can’t Tell The Psychiatrist The One Sure Sign That I have ADHD
NOTE: This story is about my own experiences and does not constitute medical or other professional advice.
I’d call today a good day. I did a solid four hours work at what passes for my home office these days. I managed to send emails I’d been putting off, pitch an article to an editor and do the groundwork research for another.
I followed it up with a visit to the local aquatic centre where the smooth rhythm of my stroke led me to complete 50 laps in no time. Legs, arms and head moved precisely when they were meant to without the mental effort usually required to co-ordinate them.
There was even space left in my brain to work through a few ideas for writing projects while I was propelling my body forward.
I came home and dispensed with a few household chores before sitting down to the computer to bear witness to this marvel.
It felt easy
The wonder isn’t the amount of tasks that I got through but that I didn’t feel rung out at the end of it. That I didn’t feel that I had struggled only to deliver something that fell below my expectations. That instead, I kept going with each task one until I’d finished it and…
