#MentalHealth is still sadly something that is very misunderstood, despite great progress.Even in our great country 🇨🇦 with infinite more resources, I have struggled for years(still) to try&get help for my #AdultADHD &subsequent issues from this! It ain't easy! #BellLetsTalk
The most healing thing for a neurodivergent person isn’t sleep or a hot shower or a good meal. It’s a long stretch of time where nobody needs anything from them at all.
Stop calling ADHD and autism a trend. Many of us didn’t get diagnosed until adulthood, and finally talking about it isn’t a fad. It’s survival. It’s clarity. And it’s overdue.
ADHD is one of the most painful things to live with. Not just because it's loud, because it's contradictory. You're capable of anything and motivated to do almost nothing. You understand everyone around you, but can't explain what's happening inside yourself. You have brilliant ideas, but no patience to finish a single one. You're a genius who can't handle an email, an extrovert who needs to be completely alone, a person full of advice who can't follow any of it. And the worst part? You know.
I used to think I loved helping people because I was just a kind person. Then I learned ADHD brains get dopamine from solving problems, being needed, and making things better. So now I know I am kind and chemically rewarded.
Neurotypicals: “I forgot, sorry.”
ADHDers: “I remembered it at 4am. I remembered it in the shower. I remembered it three separate times on Tuesday. And then, at the exact moment I needed it… it vanished. I’m really sorry.”
Autism: I need to understand why the rule exists.
ADHD: I need the rule to make immediate sense or I’m ignoring it.
AuDHD: Explain the rule, make it logical, keep it brief, and don’t be surprised when I’ve already found the loophole.
People say
“mental health matters.”
Until someone’s mental health
becomes inconvenient
messy
or uncomfortable.
That’s not care.
That’s tolerance with conditions.
Being exhausted because of depression but can’t sleep because of anxiety is a special kind of torture that drains you silently while the world keeps demanding more.
With ADHD, I don't build habits. I build extremely fragile houses of cards.
Day 1–6: "This is my new life. I have finally cracked the code. This routine is who I am now."
Day 7: *Misses one day.*
Day 8: "Well, the spell is broken. The magic is gone. This entire lifestyle is tainted by failure and must be abandoned forever."
ADHD is often branded as the "Ooh look, a squirrel!" disorder.
In reality, it is the "I have been screaming at myself to stand up for 4 hours but I am physically frozen" disorder.
The distraction is the comedy bit everyone sees. The crushing guilt and executive paralysis is the horror movie happening backstage.
I didn't ghost you. I replied to you instantly in my head. It was a great message. You would have loved it.
Unfortunately, I forgot the part where I physically type the words.
Now, please accept this panicked 12-paragraph essay titled "I Am So Sorry" as compensation.
Depression is waking up tired, even after sleeping for hours. It's watching the days blur by, feeling like you're stuck in place. It's smiling just enough to convince everyone you're fine. It's your mind playing the same sad song, on repeat until you forget what silence feels like. It's feeling everything and nothing at the same time. It's knowing you should reach out, but not having the energy to try. It's wanting to be okay but not remembering what okay feels like.
It's the weight you carry alone, the loneliness, the exhaustion, the numbness. It's the voice that tells you you're not enough, and at the same time, the quiet part of you still trying to hold on and find a way out. Stay strong.
Sweetie, where are your parents? I still remember that voice. I was six, sitting on the floor by the dryers. My biological mom left me there and never came back. I kept staring at the door, waiting. People walked past me until Kate stopped. She asked me that question, then sat beside me. She stayed with me at the station for hours. No one showed up. Every number they tried failed. I had nothing but the clothes I was wearing. Kate came back the next morning. And the next. She brought snacks, a blanket, and a small notebook for me. She told the workers she’d foster me “until the right thing happens.” The right thing ended up being adoption papers with her name on them. She raised me on her own. Two jobs. Every school event, every tough night, she was there. I became an officer because I wanted to be what she was for me—someone who doesn’t walk past a lost kid. She still calls me her best decision.
“Sometimes, the smallest moments make the biggest difference. Click here to learn more about the power of compassion and how one act of kindness can change a life forever.
We trauma survivors are good (well, experienced, anyway) at throwing our sympathetic nervous system into gear & surviving-- but we tend to not make awesome big picture life choices in that state. No shame. All gratitude to our survival instincts. And, let's acknowledge reality.
For Thursday January 15:
Decisions about bus cancellations and school closures will be announced by 6:00 a.m. on the day of the cancellation or closure on:
➡️ DSBN websites and social media
➡️ Local media outlets
MTV officially shut down its 24-hour music channels yesterday. They ended their final broadcast with 'Video killed the radio star' by The Buggles, the very first video broadcasted by MTV on August 1st, 1981.
A 3 PM appointment doesn't mean I am busy at 3 PM.
It means I am busy from 8 AM until 3 PM doing absolutely nothing but "Waiting for 3 PM."
I cannot start a task. I cannot relax. I am simply buffering in the lobby of my own life for 7 hours.