The Diary of my ADHD Brain
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Última publicación mar, abr 5, 2022
When I typed 'adhd' on wattpad, I realized that there were very few pieces of works in relation to neurodivergence.
I decided to post my own diary entries to, hopefully, provide relatable content for my fellow adhd folks. You are not alone.
Extract from the preface:
"As I went through my teenage years, I always felt somewhat different from my classmates. I could never quite put into words what made me feel this way.
I was rarely able to form long-lasting relationships, whether it be platonic or romantic ones. Yet I always loved people deeply.
I was always so incredibly bored in class. Yet, I had really good grades.
I always felt like an outsider. Yet, I had a group of friends and romantic interests.
That's the thing about adhd; it is incredibly contradictory..."
Disclaimer: This is my just experience. Therefore, the issues discussed should not / cannot be applied to every neurodivergent person.
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