living in your head

Living inside of my brain builds distain. Depression is what they say I have. Maybe, maybe not.

Do I feel depressed? Absolutely.

But that’s not all of the story.

“Oh you’re depressed? Let’s get you medicated up and not fix anything else that may be going array.” That’s not totally fair. I haven’t been going to my therapy. But as a sociologist, my mind tends to attribute feelings of hopelessness to a more social origin.

I can tell I have ADHD. My mind is like a constant game of PONG. Boom, bam, bop. Thoughts bouncing around at supersonic speeds. Sometimes it’s debilitating. Other times, it’s just what I need to complete the task at hand.

I want to find some life where I don’t feel insane every other week.