I lose the plot of my own life every day; here's what I do to find it
Morning thoughts on ADHD and the poetry of a free-range childhood
(Written on Monday, Feb. 24.)
As I do most mornings, I awoke today wondering who I am, wondering what to do with this day, with this life. Whether it's my ADHD or if it's just how I'm built, I've always started each morning confused and disoriented. Like my life is a TV series and I only have a vague recollection of what happene…
