Deadline approaches...
Instead of working I find myself staring at the thin, yellow pencil.
Somehow caring more about why it's called "number 2" than how to solve for X.
Trying to focus on my assignment feels like trying to push a Monster Truck up a sand dune all by myself.
Racking the creases of my brain to regain the thought I lost track of.
Anticipating the familiar, disappointed look my professor will give me yet again.
Crying inside because I know it shouldn't be this hard.
Telling myself this is normal. I'm not disadvantaged like they suggest. I don't need medication. I don't need to be fixed.
I just want to be like the other kids in class who turn their work in on time.
Opening my heart is what I need to do. Maybe they're right. Maybe I do have a chemical imbalance?
New hope arrives as I sit again at my desk and take my first dose of Ritalin. I feel focused. I feel calm. I feel brave for finally accepting the help that I needed.
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Kyle Maddox
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