It's About Time
For some reason, at the end of each day, I feel as if I have something left undone. Okay, yes, I have ADHD and a VERY long to-do list. But rather than the feeling of having an incomplete task, I feel a sort of emptiness that longs to be filled. And then I scramble to fill it. "Who can I message at this hour? What chore haven't I done? Should I make my bed before I sleep? What would I even say if I were to text someone?" None of it really touches on what I'm actually feeling. And it doesn't become apparent until I lay in bed, met by my deep loneliness. And then it happens all over again, day after day. I thought the brain was smart. Don't we develop coping mechanisms in order to, you know, cope? If my brain decided to try distraction as a coping mechanism on multiple occasions, then shouldn't it also realize that avoidance always fails? Or are we such simple creatures that our primitive sense of fear runs the show? Regardless of how smart I think I am or h...