About 2 years ago, I was diagnosed with a learning disorder called ADHD (attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder. I was surprised by the diagnosis, as I had already graduated, straight A's and honors, with a BA in English--something that took a great deal of focus and attention. To be honest, I still feel as though my condition may be more related to disillusionment and depression than to ADHD, however, after I stopped taking the Adderall that was prescribed to me due to severe appetite deficits and excessive weight loss, I am now extremely sad, emotionally unpredictable, losing lots of sleep, and generally feeling like ****. To be honest, I felt pretty good while on the meds (during the day), but as soon as they wore off at night, I felt so depressed and lifeless. The meds are an apetite suppressant, and so were causing me to lose too much weight and forget to eat, I don't think it was a healthy idea. now however, i find myself at a loss...sometimes I just hate my life. No one is ever satisfied with anything I do, and constantly being criticized and lectured has resulted in a more cynical, bitter and angry me. I live in an area where writing talent is quite unappreciated, and hence am not bringing in much money right now. I live with my boyfriend, and while we both agree that we want to move out of the area, we cannot yet afford to do so. Things are extremely tense because we need more money coming in to save enough to move, yet we can't seem to save any, as we live in one of the highest rent areas of California (by chance, our parents both live here) and one of the lowest wage averages.
Frankly, I'm beyond sick of his positive attitude lectures... he has lived here his entire life, is well-connected, has a great, long-term job, a family that supports him...
while I go to work, after 6 years of straight A's, a 4 year degree, a 30 unit post grad cert, and make 10 ******* dollars an hour. They pick on me if one tiny thing is out of place, pay me late and then wonder why I seem upset about it...etc
I guess I feel disconnected from him because he has always had everything so easy, and doesn't understand what it is like here for me. In addition, the social climate is hostile to those who are not wealthy, so we don't have many friends. To me, these fake yuppies are what's wrong with the world, not people I care about impressing--I am used to more plain-spoken, unpretentious folks, people you could trust with your life, let alone your emotions and secrets. the people here hate me about as much as I hate them. Often, I find myself considering running away in secret, hopping a train to anywhere. When I'm more depressed, i think about driving my car off a windy beach cliff road--right onto the biggest mansion I can find, so they can see what real suffering is all about.
I'm so sick of people expecting things from me, and then using the inevitable failure of mine to live up to them as an excuse to treat me like a sub-standard form of life.
The point is, I used to love life, and people...what has changed so drastically in the past 2 years, and how can i stop wanting to take a scenic off the cliff drive?
Sincerely,
An Insignificant Outcast in Important People-ville