A Day In The Life Of An ADHD’er

This is a true story. And this is with medication.

Me today. Me every day. This is what living with ADHD is like. It’s much more than, “I walked into a room and forgot what I went there for.” Photo by BillionPhotos.com on Adobe Stock.

I didn’t even plan to write this story. But as tonight has turned into a shitshow, I thought I had to write about it before I turn the page to another distraction.

Now that I have a gig job where I work up to eleven hours a day on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, time is more precious than ever. I can’t possibly write on those days.

So my weekend begins on Sunday nights, just when everyone else is winding down. The hookup apps go black. Damn! But still, I stay up late; god knows what I do. Certainly not writing.

I woke up at around 9:00 this morning to my psycho neighbor pounding on my front door, no doubt wanting to buy a cigarette from me. Why can’t he just buy his own damn cigarettes? “Because I’d smoke too much, and I can’t afford it,” is his answer. So I sell mine at a buck each. That makes so much sense.

But this morning, I didn’t give in to his cravings. I went back to sleep. I stumbled out of bed around 10:30, made a cup of java, and went to my courtyard, cigarettes and phone in hand. Time to catch up on Trump World. Too bad it’s not in the obituaries.