You know what
Having undiagnosed ADHD fucking sucks
Because given the genetic component, the symptom lists, the friends and family with ADHD, I have it.
But I don't have it.
So I'm struggling constantly - I can't think, I can't move, I can't do what I need to do just to live my fucking life - for no reason.
And I can't say I have ADHD because I don't! So I can't use any resources, I can't ask the school for help, I can't tell my mum "I'm going to spend all my money on this and I need you to stop me" because she'll tell me to do it myself.
And I try, I really try, to get control of this Schrödinger's disorder before it kills me. But what happens when I sit scrolling on Pinterest for hours at a time as my life is rotting around me? What happens when I start fifty projects at once and want to smash my head into a wall when I can't finish them? What happens when my mum tells me to stop clicking my fingers because I don't have to because there's nothing wrong with me until I feel my intestines boil until I feel my mind melt out my body until I hurt myself just to get this feeling to fucking stop?
What happens when I forget to feed my pets and myself?
All my fish have died. I kept them alive for a year or so, but eventually I'd forget to turn their lights on or forget to clean their tank or forget to feed them or forget to get them a bigger tank as they grow. I don't know if it's my fault. Can you blame an eleven year old for something like that? Or is it the fault of the parents for letting him have them in the first place?
This nameless thing in my mind is tearing me apart. I might have it, I might not, and if I don't have it then surely I'm just a bad person. Just lazy, just stupid, just forgetful and useless and weak and will never amount to anything in the first place so what's the point in trying?
If there's no explanation for everything wrong with me then it's just who I am, and I don't like who I am very much.









