I'm on the hypoactive end of ADD. Means it takes convincing myself to even move, and even more making an effort.

I have ideas but I don't have the stamina to follow through. All my life is beginnings with no ends. I finished very little in my life.

I hate having anxiety because the anti anxiety meds dull my creativity. But without, I can't function at all.

I'm easily overwhelmed, all my life seems to be chores and errands that never finish. I have no idea why it takes me a week to do what people manage in a day. I run out of time. When the day is over I have no time to "play". And then I don't even have much of a job.

I sometimes feel it is unfair that I was born with a deep wish of creating, and a mind that comes up with ideas all the time. It seems cruel. It would have been better if I hadn't been good at that. Because I cannot use my talents anyway.