My blog has sat dormant for nearly a decade now. I have had thoughts about what I could do with it, most of those centered around parenting, but they just never felt *right*. As A and Bug get older, their stories become less mine and more theirs, and I don’t need to be the one to tell those struggles and triumphs on social media.
So if I’m not going to write about my kids, what else is there?
Naturally life tossed something in my lap, it’s just taken me a while to accept it. I recently went through the testing process for ADHD. My executive functioning skills stink, I struggle where I didn’t use to when it comes to pushing through boring (but necessary) housework. Sometimes my brain feels like it’s *buzzing* and it’s hard to pin down one of the many thoughts flitting around up there.
The phrase “out of sight, out of mind,” has taken on a much larger role in my life. Admittedly that has its perks. Like when I’m finally able to focus on something, I can’t get distracted by what’s not directly in front of my face. Unfortunately since my ability to keep up with housework is dwindling, there’s a Whole Lot of stuff right in front of my face, so overwhelm and distraction are a constant battle.
My skin picking (dermatillomania) ramps up when I’m bored (especially when I’m tired and driving).
I just realized the other day that I may actually be a daydreamer. I get so frustrated with myself because I can be deep in thought for 15 or 20 minutes. I can compose an amazing chapter in one of the many short stories I constantly have rolling around in my head. I can come up with the perfect way to approach a hard conversation that I need to have with someone. I can find a simple and obvious solution to a problem. When I come out of that deep focus, though, I can’t remember anything. Most of the time I can’t even remember what I was just thinking about. I have nothing to show for my last 20 minutes of hard work and deep thought. *Poof*. It’s all just gone. I can’t even express how frustrating that is. I feel like I could probably have solved world peace in one of those sessions, but I can’t remember.
So I went through the ADHD tests. Turns out I don’t have ADHD, but rather ADHD-like symptoms stemming from Complex PTSD (CPTSD) from my childhood. Good. Grief.
Now this wasn’t completely out of the blue. I knew CPTSD was an option from the beginning. I also knew, however, that I didn’t have anything I felt I needed to address in my therapy sessions. I have always taken an organic approach toward counseling: if it’s important, it’ll come up when the time is right. As a result of that philosophy, I went to several counseling sessions with nothing in mind to talk about and nothing came up. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t think I was “cured” when it came to my anxiety and depression. I know those bad boys can come back at any time and for any reason, but at this point in life I felt like they weren’t factors in my recent inability to push through hard (which for me means monotonous, boring, and mundane) things. As I write this, I’m realizing that I lumped depression and anxiety in with CPTSD and moved on. I’m gonna assume that CPTSD encompasses a Whole Lot more than depression and anxiety.
Looks like my therapist and I get to figure out what *else* is involved with my particular CPTSD.
While that makes me want to gag, throw up my hands and say “I’m ‘All Done,’” I know myself too well. I might spend some time in that phase, but it won’t last long. This time it seems to have lasted a week. I had to sit with the icky feeling of knowing there is still hard work to be done. Thankfully that feeling of ick has given way to a feeling of triumph and victory. Am I struggling? Yes. Are my struggles directly my fault? No. Can I do something to change the trajectory I’m on? Yep.
So, it looks like I’ll be getting back to it and working on the hard things. My hard things. I have been blessed with an amazing support system that continues to grow and change over the years, and I know everyone who is part of that will continue to help me along the way. Am I the only one who can shape what my future holds? Yes. Am I alone on this journey? Nope.