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What will you find in my ADHD mind?

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Growing up, I wondered if people think like me

I observed and studied what I could not see

So, what would you find...

in an ordinary mind?

This unknown was so mystifying

is everyone trying

to discover themselves

and inwards they delve

until their head is scrambled

or was that just me and am I weird?

this is really, what I feared!


What I discovered over the years

that explained all those teenage tears

was that I had anxiety

and no, not all others thought like me.


They did not self analyse repeatedly

or contemplate the"what ifs" defining me ?


My noisy brain, that gave no calm

started to cause inward harm

it would tell me that I couldn't do this, couldn't do that

my self esteem was getting flat


and over the years, its still been there.

and still I could not bear

until I had my son for focus

that changed my central locus


that's what happens with a busy brain

from thinking, you cannot easily refrain

and when you have distraction

life can have more satisfaction


Some years later I learned of 'neurodiversity'

and this explained, you see, that this could in fact be me

it explained to me that my anxiety, was probably ADHD


And now I have an explanation,

I experienced complete elation

I got my diagnosis privately

because the NHS would not see me

Because the myths go on today

that ADHD is an outward display

that effects only school boys

who make lots of noise

but let me demystify this myth to you

that girls and women have it too


So, now I can stop thinking badly of me,

and tell myself "its my ADHD"

I've now got belief in me

that previously I could not see


I'm finding my creativity

that previously I held in captivity

I have loads of fresh ideas

I'm not holding back from my old fears





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