Joke’s on you, I’m like that at 47.
Came here to say this… my job is done already so I’ll scroll along…
Only 30? I’m still waiting at 42…
37 just diagnosed. Knew it all the time.
I’m like this, but I always thought it was depression.
What do you call it when you finally admit to yourself that that obviously isn’t going to happen so you don’t even bother with the charade any more?
I fucking wish I was 30
47, first time seeing a family doctor on the 30th, long road before diagnosis. And got an appointment for my finances. Now I need to make one for my teeth. I’m getting there.
If I can just keep at it a little longer.
Right?? The time stretching ahead of you like a vast unexplored country…
You become thirsty.
It never changes either. I’m past 40 and I’m still like “I’ll get my life together next year. Or the one after that, surely!”
I mean yeah, last week(month/year) didn’t go as planned but this week(month/year) I will finally get my shit together
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Such a good song. Kind of fucked up to listen to on a morning commute tho xD
Used to love this song and listen to this band so much in my late teens/early 20s. I do remember with these lyrics wondering at that time if that’s how it would go. Funny to get to my 30s now and be like, “yep, hard relate”
Just working on diagnosis at 50. You’re lucky if you worked it out by 30.
I’m 53 and have been questioning it for a few years. I just have to make that doctor’s appointment to ask about it . That’s my goal for next week. It was also my goal last week, last month, and the last couple years… one day/week at a time.
After my morning coffee everything sounds like a great idea, but it’s too early in the morning to do anything about it because that window of time is designated peaceful quiet moment before I have to work. I’ll just do it this afternoon after work…
I just found out yesterday that I am Bipolar, have severe anxiety and depression, PTSD and likely ADHD but it’ll take a while to figure out cause they all have overlapping symptoms. Apparently I’ve been playing as a beginner on expert mode all along. Getting actual diagnosis for these things is a while thing unto itself where I live. It’s not real easy to get a psychologist unless you pay out of pocket. I don’t have money for that.
It took a long time. Had to quit booze. Straighten up my life some. Have a family to care about. Almost die from crazy cancer. Before I made the calls. Don’t beat yourself up too bad.
Got mine less than a year ago at 41. My whole fucked up life makes sense.
It’s crazy how it all makes so much sense that I’ve always wanted to just live in a cabin in the woods and exist.
I’m in that cabin. Slowly pushing the outside world as far away as I can get it, while maintaining access to hospitals and whatnot.
Can’t say I haven’t had similar thoughts lately… use up my savings, sell all my shit (except video games probably lol), and just move out to rural Vermont or the Canadian wilderness or some shit, and opt out of this bullshit society for real. I know it’s easier said than done though…
Just moved to far northern Maine, myself. It’s a house, not a cabin, but I have 10 acres of land, and almost nobody in Maine feels the need to fuck with you. Everyone wants to do their own thing, and be left alone, so everybody leaves everyone else alone. I feel like I have come home.
I’m your northern neighbor. I live in nowhere land on the east coast of Canada. A house/homestead on 250 acres of forest land. With another 250 acres behind me of just trees. We have a little hand built log cabin in the middle as a getaway and “retirement” pad so we can give the house to the kids so they have somewhere to live. I’m pretty solitary now as an old fella aside from my family.
I didn’t get diagnosed until my 50’s. Now starting to get a grip on things.
Try 45 and but yes I agree.
51 and yes. I bet we can go higher.
No I have hope “Holly Hope” that I can turn it around. Just got my webcomic back up, and ready for my second one. And going start a positive podcast with my sons. Just got to motivate me back into writing.
I think we’ve got to get in at least 10,000
I stopped caring about “getting my life together”. All it means to me is being a nice little cog in the soul crushing machine. I take care of the absolute minimum on a day by day basis and use what’s leftover to have fun and do what I want to. I figure by the time it catches up to me, the world will have really gone to shit. If somehow the state of things actually improve, either it’ll be a world that treats people with adhd better or I’ll go out on my own terms.
It is just so tiring sometimes
If only psychiatrists didn’t do literally everything in their power to make getting an appointment as hard as possible for people who have ADHD. Same goes for social anxiety.
I’m exactly like that, and I find it so strange. Usually, the brain adepts to a new situation, and that isn’t exactly new.
I plan everything as if I did not have ADD, and have done so even before I was diagnosed and had meds.
