
Ghost of Undiagnosed ADHD Clutter
As the year draws to a close, I’ve been reflecting on the year that’s passed and what I’d like to bring with me into the New Year, and what I’d like to leave behind.
This is hard to do in a house as chaotic as mine.
Reflection, thinking, and contemplation are seldom achieved when one’s concentration must remain focused on the basic necessity of not bruising one’s shins on the hard edge of a plastic milk crate as one weaves around boxes just to get to the designated contemplation nook.
Should one scrape one’s leg, the air becomes blue with more base expression, having mainly to do with physical pain: an atmosphere decidedly inconducive to quiet contemplation and more elevated thinking.
So here it is
What I’m saying is: I’m still not unpacked.
Yes, I’ve lived in my new house for 3 months now.
As I slowly settle in, unpacking a box here and there, I’ve begun to realize the horrible truth of the situation.