Friday, April 29, 2011
The Isle of ADHD
Now imagine a hurricane.
Your stick man is frantically jumping, grasping at any thought he can reach. Every time he grabs hold of one for a second, the hurricane winds tear it violently from his little stick fingers. Yet he doesn't give up. He is a valliant stick man, persevering despite being bombarded endlessly by a tropical storm of wayward thoughts. This is what it's like to live inside my brain.
Poor stick man. (As a side note: medication, when I'm on it, does NOT change the number of thoughts I have wreaking havoc in my brain. It only slows down the winds so that I can hold onto one for longer. It is NOT a cure-all...more like a band-aid.)