Diagnosis

So no beating around the bush. Let's start at the beginning. And it always starts with a diagnosis:

Gray uncomfortable chairs, gray carpet, wooden tables and a TV screen telling you all the reasons you need to see a psychiatrist. For each person entering the room I promise myself to never be on time again. It feels like the clock on the wall hammer the seconds in to my head. Almost everyone blips on their phones but I can't focus. I'm trying to manage being in a waiting room. I just hate it.

It's the final meeting where I'm going to find out the results of my ADHD screening. After lots of talk, tests, a physical evaluation and IQ-test - this is it. Moment of truth.

She passionately went through all the tests and gave me the results in numbers. Then she went to the diagnosis. 

-"I can safely say that you have ADHD or ADD if you will."

So I touched on all the criterias. Yep. My first lifelong diagnosis. A new partner to take home. Adjust to. Figure out. And it can't be kicked out of my life. What the fuck?

Back at the hotel I barely got the shoes off before I fell asleep. This was draining. It took less than an hour but for me it was like a 12-hour shift in any horrible field of work. 

Starting a blog seem like a good idea. I mean, when your life is like a never ending blooper, you need to share, right?

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