“I have all this energy inside and I can’t use it how I want!!”

“I have all this energy outside and it’s using me how it wants!!”

Don’t be a devil’s advocate. Devils can advocate for themselves.

I had to post three or four warnings to my friend group that said, “The following is not a cry for help, I promise I’m fine” before I posted this.

Worth it.

Literally I use my glasses as the example whenever I face an, “it’s not natural!” Argument.

Friend, this is an ADHD community. Not a, “have you tried changing your outlook” community.

I can’t say yours can. But mine was.

Let me clarify; by getting on a medicine to regulate my sleep (I have delayed sleep phase, and of course I was depressed not sleeping) and getting on an ADHD med to help me with… all this, after a few years of working with my doctor and providing monthly feedback, I was able to fix the things that caused my depression.

I like to warn people it’s not overnight. And it’s a process. And it takes time. But I went from constant, high-key, wish I was dead, tried to die a couple times… to happy. Capable. Well-rested. Looking forward to the rest of my life. Because even if some things are hard, making myself get up in the morning isn’t anymore. I find joy in things. Even small things. I can do the fucking laundry. And I only rarely get so overwhelmed with the idea of doing all the stupid stuff I have to do to live!

When you’re as depressed as I was, just the thought that maybe, one day, even if it’s years away, it wouldn’t suck every single moment felt so close to something like hope that I needed that. I know I’m not alone. I know other people need that now.

So I try and tell people every single day (I do most of it in person but I try to do it online), if you’re willing to put in the effort just a bit… things already suck right? May as well suck with an option they might not later.

But if I could go back in time I would absolutely tell myself, prioritize the sleep first. Make sure you get something that helps you sleep, but doesn’t make you sleep too long, and you can wake up without being a zombie. Everything else went much better and faster for me after that one thing was figured out.

Adderall.

She’s screaming, with her head in the leopard’s mouth, “But I can be useful!”

Opponents beware, opponents beware.

It’s both!

Hooraaaaaaaay!

It feels like we could make a compelling chart a person can roll on to determine which of these things they’ll be bad at, and which they’ll be good at.

This is my hourly reminder that common knowledge was that girls “don’t get ADHD” until fairly recently, so all the symptoms we developed trying to mask or as a result of abuse from our behaviors can often be identified first.

Which is why my treatment resistant major depressive disorder, which ruined my young suicidal life from age 9 to 34, has almost entirely resolved as a result of treating my ADHD.

I apologize if you’ve seen me say it before, but Selective Seratonin Reuptake Inhibitors can’t work if there’s no Seratonin to Inhibit!! SSRIs can’t RI if there’s no S!

In the US south, we also call horse shit ‘horse apples.’ That’s pretty cool, that the translation persisted.

I immediately thought of an Everlasting Gay. Like the Everlasting Gobstopper.

It’s just like any other system of belief. You can sit around praying for something, or you can cast more effective hexes, such as “hit this guy with my car,” or “actually give him poison.”

Lets hope all these internet witches don’t learn the power of direct action real magic.

I get what you’re going for, but maybe work on the wording? Because my immediate thought was, alright, you lay on the ground and I’ll drop a nuclear bomb, and let’s see which was more destructive.

My favorite move there when someone points out thing that contradict is to say, “Yes. That’s what you were told.” Imply there’s something mysterious to uncover about why those facts don’t gel.

Alternatively: “I’m giving you the real history. That’s not what your character knows to be true!”

This is a glorious save. Well done.

Also those new movies were a lot more fun than they had any right to be.

“Dong” being penis made this even funnier.

“You can show your dong to kids, but heaven help you if you teach them about marijuana!”