So there I was last night at Borders, two Additude magazines in my left hand containing a piece written by me, and in my right hand, a copy of "Understanding Girls With ADHD".
I cried.
Left hand: proof that I have come a long way. That I am able to express myself effectively in words. A small victory if you will.
Right hand: Someone who never met me wrote my life story. Someone knows what it felt like to be a girl whose brain was doing strange things. Someone knew what it was like to be a little girl in plain sight, yet be invisible.
Left hand: The fruit of years of hard work finding myself.
Right hand: Documentation of those years during which I was lost.
Left hand: Proof that hard work and being true to yourself pays off.
Right hand: Proof that I had to work harder than anyone guessed, to get here.
Left hand: The power to help others by telling my story.
Right hand: ...what? I have a disability?
Left hand: I've arrived!
Right hand: (I exist...)
How can a person not cry, when being pulled in two directions?
I cried.
Left hand: proof that I have come a long way. That I am able to express myself effectively in words. A small victory if you will.
Right hand: Someone who never met me wrote my life story. Someone knows what it felt like to be a girl whose brain was doing strange things. Someone knew what it was like to be a little girl in plain sight, yet be invisible.
Left hand: The fruit of years of hard work finding myself.
Right hand: Documentation of those years during which I was lost.
Left hand: Proof that hard work and being true to yourself pays off.
Right hand: Proof that I had to work harder than anyone guessed, to get here.
Left hand: The power to help others by telling my story.
Right hand: ...what? I have a disability?
Left hand: I've arrived!
Right hand: (I exist...)
How can a person not cry, when being pulled in two directions?
Hell, I almost cried, reading it!
ReplyDeleteIt's okay Sheepy, here, have a virtual tissue ;)
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteMungo
Merci :)
ReplyDelete*sigh* I find myself more sad than angry these days. So sad for the little girl that was me. It's nice to know I'm not alone.
ReplyDeleteI prefer to move through the sadness rather than around it. Sometimes it's productive (obviously when it drags on for months and isn't productive anymore that's a different issue and docs can help with that). Feelings can give us information about who we are and who we were :)
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