Forgive me, my Father, for I have not paid attention to what snuck up;
I let my ADHD run amok.
I aknowledge mine own fuckups,
but how could I have known about the influx.
I was told tales of boys misbehaven,
but heard no mention of the small maiden.
”What a silly little thing,
that attention deficit,
have you seen the needlepoint,
now where’s the distress in it!”
I sew and I sow but reap only bits,
like quicksand it’s a fucking bitch.
As I bend and I stretch, I snap and I snarl,
for I am so tired and can’t cope with it all.
I know what’s what and adult as needs must
but can no longer manage with baggage as heavy as such.
Bless me my Father for I have not much, patience no more and out of touch.
Fear not, fear not, my child you’re in luck
One Hail Mary and a sprinkle of dust.
This is an unfiltered diary of anything and everything related to a personal ADHD journey. In true neurospicy fashion, the entries will shapeshift according to who-the-fuck-knows-what-and-when. Try to keep up.
