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Jun 2014
Everything can be going great. You're out on the town with freinds and you're following their car in front of you to the next destination. Suddenly, you're staring at the their fading taillights dissapear, you're in the center of a busy intersection and your car won't go into gear. Now the light has turned and everybody is waiting on you to go but all you can do is listen to the clutch grinding. Constantly worried, helpless, lost, and mostly dissapointed in yourself. Your mind races in empty circles looking for a grip to reality but you just sit and do nothing because all you can focus on is the spinning. That is what my adhd is to me.
Alannah Duley
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