Originally Posted by Avian
I have a lot of trouble focusing on school (I am a sophomore in high-school). Some tell me it is ADD or ADHD and I have a little of that (everyone does) but this is different. I have tried both ritalin and adderol and while they help they don't get to the base of the problem so they can't solve it. Basically I can't do my work. Well, I am fully capable of doing it but I have a kind of super-procrastination problem. I just think "oh, I'll do it in a minute". Boom, 5 hours have gone by, and I haven't gotten anything done. Then it just gets worse until I need to make a last-ditch effort and barely save myself from getting an F. However, when am able to do it I always get A's. The problem is, the only time this problem goes away is when I get really pumped up and motivated, which never lasts for more than a week or two. Like I will get a rush of motivation and do really well for a week and then mess up again.
I REALLY need a way besides sheer motivation to deal with this. It seems to just erode my willpower. I was absolutely determined today to do my math the instant I got home, but then I put it off and I still haven't finished it. All it took was the one "just a minute" and it was all over.
Someone please help me this problem is basically ruining my life. I get bad grades, then depression, then absolute drain of motivation, worse grades, more depression, etc. It is a snowballing cycle and it will kill me if I can't stop it. Last year I had it and I had an unshakable depression, all I wanted to do was die. Fortunately I am mentally healthy now, but that is only because I spent a long time in the wilderness and it cured me. Also, school started a few weeks ago, and the cycle started shortly after. I will soon reach this stage again if I can't stop the cycle. Please help.
You sound just like me, a replica, haha. No worries, you are normal, and you'll make it through this. Take the time to ask yourself why you are in such a hurry, so emotionally strung out, so intense. You might have Asperger's Syndrome, I used to think I had it in my earlier days, but wrote it off as being an angsty teen hypochondriac who wanted something to be wrong. After going through a lot, and my mom being the same way, one day she showed me a link to an article that explained things. She thought I would dismiss what she said, but I fully agree. I was 13th in my class and I never tried hard in school a day in my life, I always procrastinated and sometimes got others to do my work for me. I lied, and swindled my way through school. The only reason I was such a good student was because I was an excellent test taker with a surprising intellect and an absolutely unquenchable thirst for knowledge (despite hating having to read books or being made to do anything I didn't want to do). I became very socially withdrawn in high school and and still managed to get good grades. People labelled me as a genius even though I felt I was a dumbass who made really stupid mistakes all the time. I remembered things my teachers told me despite halfway sleeping through class, every day was a painful regurgitation of what I had already been taught and nothing seemed to stimulate me intellectually. Then I got into drugs, music, and video games (well, I already like the last two my whole life, I was very adept at them and highly creative). I seemed to have knowledge just flat out gifted to me, as if I had been endowed with it. I felt that people were idiots for not being able to remember things or get why things worked. How could they be so stupid?
Well, after some really rough life experiences and heavily under the influence of drugs and succumbing to my violent impulses and feeling the need to destroy things, I tried to make a life for myself in the military. I got kicked out for doing cocaine (what a shocker, right?) and went home feeling like a failure, having let everybody down. My life was in shambles, I was truly a mess. Retreating further into drugs and depression, I had to find out why I struggled to do the right thing so much, why I continued to live and why I didn't just kill everybody and myself already, putting an end to a temporary problem with a permanent solution. In my haste, disgust, apathy, and lack of direction, hopelessly misguided, I finally took too many drugs. The police were called, a veteran who was drugged the fuck out but otherwise was a good person and had everything going for him was making a really big mistake in his own home. I let them pin me down, they tranquilized me twice, and I was cuffed to a stretcher and then taken to a hospital. There, I was finally released and I was at home that night, sleeping like a babe. I was given a second chance even though I undeniably did not deserve it, being the ungrateful fuck-wad I was. Then I decided to move back to North Carolina, where I was stationed in the Army and where my best friend was about to get out. I decided it was time to live my own life and be a man. My parent's had taken me in after I had royally screwed up so much, I had to do what was right.
Still somewhat lost and confused, I got my own apartment and found my home. After taking even more drugs, I had an epiphany. I no longer wanted to kill myself or wanted to die. I was finally free from all the torment I had caused myself! I could do what I wanted and nobody could stop me, and I made it my life goal to help others who cannot help themselves, and try and show them how to live. You are not a bad person, you are just confused. Take the time to settle down, to work things out. You will find that life is a wonderful thing and you are a great person, so long as you forgive others and most importantly you forgive yourself. So go and live life to the fullest brother, and tell me how it feels to be free. Make your own choices, the past is in the past, and although it can hurt, the rest is history.
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