The psychiatrist who diagnosed my ADD thought this was probably the time and the reason I developed my depression. I've been setting here awhile trying to decide if I really wanted to comment on this clip. The last time I got too personal on a comment, I was accused of trying to get sympathy. If I was of that nature, I probably wouldn't be on CM. I may not even be alive. Survival doesn't mean looking at the glass as being half empty, not with depression. The worst thing about having depression, the most difficult thing for me to accept, is that sometimes I am more vulnerable and I can't take some of the chances I really want to take in life. This is a lesson that I've learned the hard wa[b]...

The psychiatrist who diagnosed my ADD thought this was probably the time and the reason I developed my depression. I've been setting here awhile trying to decide if I really wanted to comment on this clip. The last time I got too personal on a comment, I was accused of trying to get sympathy. If I was of that nature, I probably wouldn't be on CM. I may not even be alive. Survival doesn't mean looking at the glass as being half empty, not with depression. The worst thing about having depression, the most difficult thing for me to accept, is that sometimes I am more vulnerable and I can't take some of the chances I really want to take in life. This is a lesson that I've learned the hard way. I couldn't forget it if I wanted to.
I really want to comment on this article because it's one of the better ones I've ever read. Because the writer is older like myself, he has had the experience of living most of his life before he knew that there was a name to what he had and that he wasn't alone with it. When we were children, ADD and ADHD was not recognized as being anything other than a "problem child". Then when we became adults, it was only seen as a problem that children had. It was only after those first children were diagnosed with it, and grew up that they realized some of them didn't grow out of it. It's hard to work on this sort of thing not knowing what it is. I didn't know that my brain processed information differently than most peoples. There was no reason to think that my thinking was different than anyone else's. On more of an up note, I do really good with my medication for depression except that every few years I have to change it, sometimes that can be a smooth transition or like this last time, the next stuff I tried just didn't work. Each time I try, it takes about 3 months out my life that, well, I'm ok but not at my best. That was pretty much the last 6 mos. of '08.