I have so many regrets, I'm ashamed of them. I've had so many amazing opportunities, but between my ADD and depression, I've screwed myself so many times. I'm either ridiculously unfocused, or apathetic.
Here's one: I owned a unique and wonderful shop in which many amazing times were had: friendships were made; stories were sculpted. It was literally the best time of my life so far- and I've had innumerable fantastic adventures. As I was putting my shop together, my therapist voiced a concern that I would drop the ball. Being that I had just signed a two-year lease, I agreed to start a regimen of Concerta (Ritalin). It was amazing how focused I got, and I didn't really feel my creativity waning at all... until the shop opened and I decided to go off the meds. Now, two years after I closed my shop, I highly regret it. I'm pretty sure my little slice of Nirvana would be thriving if I hadn't made the choice to stop medicating.
Here's one: I owned a unique and wonderful shop in which many amazing times were had: friendships were made; stories were sculpted. It was literally the best time of my life so far- and I've had innumerable fantastic adventures. As I was putting my shop together, my therapist voiced a concern that I would drop the ball. Being that I had just signed a two-year lease, I agreed to start a regimen of Concerta (Ritalin). It was amazing how focused I got, and I didn't really feel my creativity waning at all... until the shop opened and I decided to go off the meds. Now, two years after I closed my shop, I highly regret it. I'm pretty sure my little slice of Nirvana would be thriving if I hadn't made the choice to stop medicating.
