Hello Hive community!
As always, I’m back after a short break that lasted two weeks — just like we’ve made it a rule here: two weeks of posts, two weeks off. So we’re back to the topics I’ve collected in the meantime — and trust me, there’s quite a lot of it. Still, I know that’s no obstacle for you. The posts are short and (I think) fairly to the point. On top of that, I’m not short on graphics, and I still have a lot to show you. So let’s get into it!
I’ll start with probably the most current thing — my ongoing struggle with the question: why am I different?
Since I was little, I kept hearing from family, friends, and teachers that I was hyperactive, that I had certain behavioral issues. Usually, in such cases, the blame falls on the person raising the child or the environment they’re growing up in. I’ll just say this — I’m absolutely grateful to my beloved mom, who raised me the best she could, just like any loving parent would. And yet, fighting “one against two” in her situation didn’t exactly help.
I believe my mom passed on many valuable lessons and tried to guide me through growing up with curiosity and care. She was always there when I needed to vent or simply needed some support. I assume at least some of you have experienced this too — someone telling you you're hyperactive, that you can't focus, that you're fidgeting like you've got bugs you-know-where.
That’s where it all started. When it came to actually doing something or recommending I see a specialist, there was never any initiative from teachers or anyone else.
As always, I’d like to take a short break to share one of my latest artworks—just so you have something nice to look at while reading this post :)
Static version down below!
So here I am — 22 years old, supporting myself and trying to figure out how to walk through life. And less than a week ago, I was diagnosed with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder).
The diagnosis came after visits to psychologists, a psychiatrist, and doctors, and after countless hours of conversations with friends who were already diagnosed. It was during those talks that things really started to click — everything began to make sense. Why I never have the energy for anything. Why I leave everything for the last minute. Why I'm so impulsive. Why I get restless trying to sit still, and why I can’t focus like a “normal” person. Is there something wrong with me?
For the past few days, I’ve been taking medication for ADHD, and I have to admit — it’s been a game-changer. I feel like a different person (in a good way, of course). The struggles I used to have aren’t nearly as intense anymore, and it’s a relief to think that these meds might help me ease into a regular life rhythm. Remember: medication isn’t a magic fix — it’s a tool that helps your brain rewire itself to function “properly.”
Once again, I have to thank my best friend, Mateusz. If it weren’t for him — his warmth, kindness, and ability to hit you with the truth like a razor blade when it counts — I honestly don’t know where I’d be. All I know is this: Mateusz is one of those people I feel a spiritual bond with, and as long as he’s in my life, I’ve got solid support in a solid person.
Let me sum up what this diagnosis and medication mean for me. Considering (at least in my eyes) I’m a pretty ambitious person and set a lot of goals for myself, it’s finally going to be easier to actually get started on them and follow through. I’ll be honest with you — this blog is sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse. The latter usually happens when I overload myself with things to do and then don’t even have the strength or will to create or share anything.
There were times when instead of doing anything, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hibernate. Piling on tasks when you have very little ability to stay organized is like adding more commands to a program that's already maxed out — at some point, the program crashes and throws an error.
So here’s a little recommendation from me about mental well-being: it’s good to get to know yourself, especially when you’re full of doubt about how you function. Problems don’t solve themselves — action requires reaction. Please take care of yourselves. We all have that night when you get home late from work and feel like the whole day was a waste, so you try to “make up for it” at the cost of sleep — but that’s a bad idea. Go home, go to bed, and in the morning you’ll be fresh and ready to do everything you actually want to do.
That’s all from me for today. Remember: eat well, sleep well, and take care of your mental health. There’s nothing scary about checking whether something might be standing in your way.