1. adhdkitty

    adhdkitty New Member

    Apr 1, 2017
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    Who Am I?

    Discussion in 'Progress Journals' started by adhdkitty, Apr 1, 2017.

    At five years-old my sister could brush her own hair, approach complete strangers and hold

    meaningful conversations. I always thought she was some sort of superhuman, then I realized

    that everyone was able to do these things, and I was just different - defective or something.

    The only superpower I had was chasing cats around, strapping them to potty-training toilets

    and watching countless reruns of The Lion King.

    Fast forward a couple of years to Grade Four, learning to write descriptively in Mrs. Carson’s

    class, (bless her heart), I remember she taught us that a tree isn’t just a tree, but a shield from the

    sun, protecting us from our enemies, and a canopy to relax under as well. This is where I learned

    to play Red Rover, the one game where the only rule consisted of linking arms and running, hoping

    that you didn’t end up clothes-lined and strangled. Yeah, what a world it was. This is also when I

    learned that nothing in school is confidential - marks and grades are always pried from you.

    No matter how hard you tried to hide your stupidity, It always leaked out.

    At fifteen, I tried to kill myself. Stupid does as stupid’s told. At least that’s what I thought.

    Looking back now, I would mercilessly throttle anyone who dared to use the word “stupid” to

    describe me.

    Seventeen year-old me thought the path to love was through drugs, but drugs don’t equal love.

    Anyone who tells you that is mistaken and needs to revisit math. This was when I met my first

    girlfriend. She was a real treat - aggressive in many ways but love was never one of them. I

    didn’t learn much from her other than the similarities between love and drugs. They both have

    properties of hurt, pain, desperation, and usually culminate in heartbreak. Aside from that, she

    gave me nothing.

    At twenty-one, a new beginning, I finally realized the importance of living instead of hiding and loving instead of lying.
  2. ChaseTheSun

    ChaseTheSun Senior Member

    Jan 7, 2017
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    This was powerful, poignant and oh so relatable. Thank you for sharing.

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