I can’t begin to explain how hard it is at times for me to focus. To sit down, and get going on what I need to do. But when I do – look out – because I can do a lot to make the world a better place. Unfortunately, it’s so difficult to get to that place these days because there is an ongoing bombardment of distractions that seem to get greater by the day.

Research has shown that if you work in an office environment you get interrupted about once every 8 minutes.  And that it takes 4-5 minutes to refocus after an interruption.  And those are just studies on the general population!

I always knew I assumed things, but not until a recent relationship did I realize the full extent.

There was SO MUCH misunderstanding going on and it absolutely baffled me.  I was being told on the one hand this person really cared for me and on the other finding all the evidence in the world to challenge it.

I was banging my head against the wall day after day after day trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

I have been addicted to just about everything, and have quit these addictions because of one primary reason; I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Granted, I found tools that worked and helped me along the way, but the thing that stopped the addiction wasn’t AA, a patch, advice from friends and family, or a divorce.  It was something inside me; a true exhaustion from the up and down of the addiction itself.

There are really no miracle cures for anything.  There are tools that can help you overcome challenges in getting there, but the only thing that can truly make you stop something is yourself.  And then by surrounding yourself with people and things that support that type of healthy vs. unhealthy behavior.  I do think it’s different for each and every person.

Fine.  I am totally ok admitting it to the whole world.  I have an addiction to texting that try as I may, I cannot seem to beat.  I am admitting now I am completely helpless over it – and asking all of you to help.

Why?  Because there doesn’t seem to be many great solutions out there – and I find the best way to overcome something is to find someone else who has done it successfully and build on that.

We don’t have any NIH studies that show success rates of different treatments, so we need to join together and find solutions that work.

Why is it that being called ‘crazy’ is so bothersome? It’s as if this one word cuts right to the core of our very being and makes us question our intrinsic worth. Yet what do we ADHDers do when someone calls us crazy?

We act crazy!

Crazy can mean all sorts of things; bizarre, fantastic, deranged, insane, or dangerous.  I, personally, am using it in regards to how we term ‘unpredictable’ behavior.  Often the word is thrown around, “You are acting crazy or that idea is crazy or did you take your crazy pills?!”  Something about it just sets me off.  People – call a spade a spade!  If I am acting in a way that scares you or seems out of character and unpredictable, tell me!

I’m sure just reading that title incited strong reaction in most people.  They either love the companies, or hate them.  For some reason I think companies working to sell drugs to fix the brain have the worst reputation of all – and to this day I can not figure out why.

Let’s face it, we can find fault in anything.  It is pretty easy to do, and it is usually our first line of defense when we fear something.  I think probably all of our biggest fear is the dark side of the brain, and unfortunately until we are all enlightened, we will all have a dark side to varying degrees.

How often are you really present?  I don’t mean just there in the flesh, I mean there with your heart and soul and eyes and everything that you are and more?

I’m reading Eckardt Tolle’s “The Power of Now” and I am again reminded of just what a small amount of time I spend in the present moment.  It is as if my feet are planted but my thoughts are spinning and tumbling from one connection to the next to the next without me even be aware.  For those of you with ADHD, I am sure you understand what I am talking about.

I think this was developed as a defensive mechanism when I was a child.  When I got scared, my brain detached and went into its own mode to create a safe haven in a place of chaos.  It served me well as a child, as it kept me alive when I sensed danger.  Unfortunately, as I got older, it was that same mechanism that would potentially kill me.