Echoes of the environment
Perk my awareness
Too often a trigger is set
Dismissive my take
Realigning clarity
Adhd or dillusional drfting?
The echoes a constant norm.
Sensible sounds in daily doses.
Or strangely a Dr’s Misdiagnosis?
Once taught how sacred is thought,
Only obliviated by manic madness.
So what can be told of quackery and science?
Medical scripts and blackboard formulas?
Silence the voice and blackout thought?
Perhaps this understanding was taught?
The brain be a sponge,
Term shrink is expunge.
Thirst for wisdom and knowledge,
This shall fill your brain, but will you acknowledge?
Will you acknowledg
Will you acknow
Will you ac
Will you
W
W
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Matt
May 31st 2025 8:17p
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Vinn Black
Being iny late fifties, and understanding that I may be ADHD, this could explain a lot of my past, past actions and choices. At this point I use AI for focus, clarity and to keep me on track.
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This is some deep stuff. The talk about the brain as a sponge makes me think of how we're constantly absorbing new info. But the question of misdiagnosis is huge. I've seen cases where symptoms were misread. How do we tell if it's really ADHD or something else? And what about that line about silencing the voice? It's really thought-provoking.