I stopped writing because I didn’t feel like I had much to say. Laid off from my job, at home all day every day, time
I’m not okay, and I know it’s okay to not be okay, and I’m being patient and accepting of the not-okay. It’s been hard, though,
I won’t lie, the anxiety and isolation are definitely starting to get to me. The other night I was unable to fall asleep because I
Yesterday I over-corrected. My achievement for the day was recognizing it. Yesterday morning I wrote that I’d been unproductive and frustrated about it for days.
The past several days have been tiresome. I have the attention span of a gnat and it’s frustrating as hell. I’ve done very little studying.
Yesterday’s accomplishment was focus. ADHD is a funny thing. When the brain gets excited and locks in on something, it’s intense and rather indescribable. Suffice