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ADHD is developing the plot for an entire book while zoned out and daydreaming and then getting so immersed in it that you spend the next week developing characters, their traits, places, development, twists and turns and just hoping the creativity holds up and you'll get to finish it.
(I spend approx 5 hours making character moodboards today)
If you're a writer with ADHD (like me) then you already know this:
Your ideas? They're endless, charged, cinematicāELECTRIC!!!! ā”
The execution? ... crickets.
The execution is where things get "complicated".
Today, I'd like to explain why ADHD is an obstacle in of itself, how you can overcome its' evil tricks, and why you shouldn't blame yourself on bad days.
Okay, first offāExecutive Dysfunction.
Weāre inbetween hyper fixations so weāre kinda bored and sad all the time
Writers: If you could think of ONE thing that would help you focus or stay on project in a writing productivity app that you can't find in current productivity apps out there what would that be?

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Self-Care Checkpoint Cluttered Space? Pick up or relocate ONE item.
May Your Hands Always Be Loud
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was 5 years oldā subsequently I was forced to take various high levels of stimulants, be in special ed classes, taught to have āquiet handsā, bullied for being weird, and over and over was still unable to keep up with neurotypical peers. It was suffocating.
I remember my senior year of high school, I was in alternative education. It was the one and only year I got honors, didnāt fail any classes, and it was the only year I got the accommodations I needed: being able to stim freely in class, listen to music whenever I needed to, arrive late/leave early, able to do homework in class, and whenever I struggled, my teachers checked on me.
Such simple accommodations changed my life. And it wasnāt until after 12 years of continuously failing classes, punished for being the way I am, years lost to being grounded for never being able to have good grades, so much more. I internalized that I was the problem. But I never was. It was the inaccessible world around me.
Let neurodivergent people, children especially, exist as they are. They are beautiful just as they are. May your hands always be loud.
Y/n walks into the kitchen and sees Natsha leaning against the counter
Y/n mentally: Ass slapping position, must smack ass
Y/n reeling their hand back to give the most painful and life ending smack to Nat's ass
Natasha: Y/n, if you do what I know you're going to do, I will end you.
Y/n stopping with their hand still fully reeled back. Not even a second of thought later, they full force smack her ass and run laughing.
Y/n laughing maniacally: So fucking worth it!
Nat chasing after them in pain but ready to end a life.
Note: There is a theme today, I know. Don't question why cause I have no answer for you.