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No Takeaway For You
Except maybe sometimes
Seriously, within these words no value I impart. However, I may wax poetic- it’s okay, to use that cliche, for it’s still fun to say. Wax poetic.
Right?!
No, this is merely me, sharing an ADHD-er’s depressive moment while in its midst. I’ve tried to do this on either side, and so far, that has ended with words that don’t feel wholly correct. Not authentic. Not how I truly felt while in the moment.
Value is overrated and I promise you nothing. I might rather you not even read this. Of course I want you to read this. I can’t have an unbiased statement here. Wouldn’t that be the shit?! Please, don’t break my never-viral streak with this one, because then I’d have even more reason to come back here. And I don’t always want to be here. But it’s not so bad, either.
This is a story I can’t tell you from the outside looking in. You have to come in here and listen.
I won’t promise you anything of value, that is a dirty measure of worth in here.
I don’t have anything figured out except maybe sometimes.
I will not give any kind of clear, actionable takeaway, because there isn’t one.
This one is just for me. This is the thing I do when life gets real hard. I don’t claim to do it…