Adult ADHD and Depression: When Unhealthy Comparisons Lead to Sadness
Woman's Point of View?
My Tragic Aria: Can I Re-Write This ADHD Opera?
When the soaring high notes of my life come crashing down into gut-wrenching, ADHD-fueled sorrow, I know that I alone can change the tune. Or can I?
My life with attention deficit disorder (ADD/ADHD) is a heart-wrenching opera of soaring high notes followed by agonizing lows. Like any good opera, it hurts so much you can't stop listening.
My song was light and joyful last week when I published a new piece of writing and gained acceptance to a coveted certificate program. Then, just like that, the verse turned despondent when I stepped out of my time and comfort zones to attend an ADHD support group meeting via Skype.
So why am I stirring up the misery pot again? Why is this support group session making me wallow? Why am I playing the comparison game that inevitably sends me into a spiral?
I've returned to the pseudo shrink again, the counselor who spent a recent morning listening to my litany of frustrations.
Emotion had gotten the best of me, and I was the sucker singing my own tragic story once again.
More at the site.........
Woman's Point of View?
My Tragic Aria: Can I Re-Write This ADHD Opera?
When the soaring high notes of my life come crashing down into gut-wrenching, ADHD-fueled sorrow, I know that I alone can change the tune. Or can I?
My life with attention deficit disorder (ADD/ADHD) is a heart-wrenching opera of soaring high notes followed by agonizing lows. Like any good opera, it hurts so much you can't stop listening.
My song was light and joyful last week when I published a new piece of writing and gained acceptance to a coveted certificate program. Then, just like that, the verse turned despondent when I stepped out of my time and comfort zones to attend an ADHD support group meeting via Skype.
So why am I stirring up the misery pot again? Why is this support group session making me wallow? Why am I playing the comparison game that inevitably sends me into a spiral?
I've returned to the pseudo shrink again, the counselor who spent a recent morning listening to my litany of frustrations.
Emotion had gotten the best of me, and I was the sucker singing my own tragic story once again.
More at the site.........
