How I overcame ADHD ADHD is Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, it’s where you’re basically distracted easily and can get hyper. I've had to cope with a lot of stuff my entire life, but ADHD was the hardest thing I have ever needed to take care of. I eventually learned that I don’t need the medicine to keep me calm and sometimes you can tell I still have it but I am generally calm.
My interest in Epilepsy started before I even began to get seizures, for the reason that my uncle and aunt used to get seizures too and my mom would give me brief stories of them. I have relentlessly gotten on my computer just to research news on interesting subjects, including Epilepsy; through this I have gained a lot of knowledge on various topics, sadly I don’t take the time to memorize every bit of detail. But I have learned that there is no cure for Epilepsy, just treatments, is caused by abnormal brain waves, and can last from two years to a lifetime. So I conducted a survey to see how much people knew about Epilepsy and how many have had any previous experience dealing with it, and since it is a very common disorder that affects any
I have been faced with many challenges with ADHD. It affects every aspect of my life including my behavior, my mood and most of all my cognitive and organizational skills. My late diagnosis made it difficult to accept and understand what was happening. First I was diagnosed with defiant child syndrome because I was not respecting my teachers at school, fighting and just being disrespectful. I had to be told things over again, my room stayed junky and back talked my mom. In school I was distracted, forgot to turn homework in, lying about doing my work, unable to put my thoughts from my head to paper, suspensions, and losing things. I would say or blurt out things that were inappropriate, I just didn’t care. By eighth grade things got worse, grades were low and I wasn’t
In order to pull myself out of the warm embrace of my bed every morning, I require grit: perseverance, passion, and mental strength. To begin, I must explain that I have major depressive disorder, a disorder in which I am not able to see the point of doing things and be a functioning member of society, and getting out of bed everyday is by far my biggest obstacle. More specifically, days that I am forced to pry myself out of bed and attend class are the worst, but I persevere and accomplish the task every time I can; I tell myself “you can do this”. Consequently, I am granted the power of perseverance and have an ability to keep going, even when I doubt that I can. Secondly, my burning passion for a few things helps me keep afloat. For example,
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow. Yes, I know it comes in the college package, but come on – I feel like a zombie. Nonetheless, this week has been overwhelming, but at the end of the day it will be worth it. Alright, I am most definitely sure you’re wondering when I am going to start talking about what I learned this week so
Anxiety. The crippling disease that can tear an individual apart. The fear of fear itself. A silent torturer that hides behind a smile; the deception equivalent of a magician. However, just like any magician, his subterfuge is revealed upon close inspection. An individual with anxiety accidently unveil his hidden secret when their eyes dart upon hearing someone laugh, the frown that dominates his smile after hearing a joke about themselves, and the misery revealed inside the sanctuary of his home. Anxiety is drowning in a pool while watching everyone around them swim. It`s the constant fear of the judgement and jokes that are exchanged behind their back. It`s worse than fear. Unlike fear an individual can’t get over anxiety. The terrifying thought that no matter the amount of time, it will never cease. It doesn`t how many times they encounter the problem the torment remains; the feeling of no
These issues have somewhat resolved since I began taking medication, but they are still prevalent. Despite the many challenges I face because of my ADHD, I am still learning how to adapt to the obstacles that arise. I have learned to join clubs and extracurricular activities that I enjoy and which help express my thoughts and
The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest.
My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely. This was the day I had my first anxiety attack.
For the longest time, I thought that I was simply a deep thinker. I would stay awake at night constantly worrying about the next day and end up twenty years in the future, no exaggeration. I had no idea how to live in the present, my mind would choose various times in my life. I found myself worrying about a conversation I had a few years ago and wishing I had said something else. Ever since being diagnosed with anxiety, it was like adding another puzzle piece to my blurred past. With being adopted, my medical history is like a lottery ticket. I just have to hope that my birth parents’ genetics will not pass on any life-threatening diseases to me and I will have to go through life seeing what is going to happen. I find that the more we understand
Day two clinicals. This day went so much smoother. I had the same two patient as the day before and one got discharged and I got a new patient. I feel like my second day I had an amazing relationship with my one patient. I got her to eat a little more that day because I knew what to talk to her about. When people are happier they tend to eat more than being depressed. She really enjoyed my company. Since she had a stage 4 pressure ulcer, they got an air mattress bed. We had to move her out of her old bed onto this new bed. In which I was worried about because she was bed bound. We had more than enough people to help me accomplish this. I had about seven people help with this process. I am very grateful for all the help I receive for this. I got to help you mess with the
“Oh please! You guys say that you want to move into this new house because it looks great. The real reason is because the commute to my therapist is much faster. I’m fine mom and dad! I don’t need antidepressants nor do I need a therapist. Maybe the real reason why I have been depressed all these years is because you have no interest towards my life. Ever since you thought I starting having problems, you look at me like I am a deformed stranger!”
Hi Brian, I am contacting you about a issue that I am running into with my ASM. I am a new store manager for Office Depot since Oct, 9th at the Columbia Mo, location and I am having trouble with my ASM completing simple task lists as well as day in the life tasks.This was one of the first issues that I attempted to fix as soon as I arrived at the store, being that when I showed up in October the store had not completed portal tasks since the begging of September and were failing to complete the day in the life processes, displaying a lack of accountability on his behalf of the management team. He is having a hard time in his roll since I have been at the store as the current store manager, and has consistently come up short on completing tasks
I am still not fully recovered and I most likely won’t ever be, there will always be that little voice inside my head. I started my journey with addiction and recovery the summer before freshman year.