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“It’s like she lives in a bubble of her own making”, read the note one teacher sent home to my parents.
But as usual, my habit of not being present was just attributed to shyness and intelligence. I’d get overexcited, or as my mother would say, ‘she’s on the ceiling again’. My mother felt it was chocolate and treats that caused it so I was not allowed any.
Then there was the time I really liked someone and found out later he had no idea I was interested.
I guess my distracted nature gave the entirely wrong sign.
Over focus, putting too much energy on the wrong thing, was also big issue. I forgot to choose my classes in time for final year and the ones I needed to graduate were full.It meant the rest of university I had to work two jobs to get by, which just made me even more of a scattered mess.My tendency of talking in circles, or of wandering off mid-conversation, often had dates tell me they “couldn’t keep up with me”.I threw out the prescription, cancelled the next appointment, and didn’t talk about the experience to anyone. I kept messing up big opportunities by being impulsive, like having a coveted big acting break but instead hopping a plane and leaving the country when offered a last minute job teaching in Japan.My life was fun, but I was scattered, stressed, and lonely, and the depression kept returning.At 28, feeling really awful about my inability to stay in a relationship, I again took a therapy referral from a friend.This psychotherapist specialised in CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy).By the time I got out of university (which, just like high school, I briefly dropped out of, bored, before begging my way back in at the last moment and finishing my degree) I was depressed. I of course delayed calling for several weeks, but bumped into the woman again and felt pressured to go through with it.I now realised there was something wrong with me, but just blamed myself for my inability to focus and be organised. And that was how I ended up sitting in a psychiatrist’s office across from a rather glamorous and aloof blonde doctor, expecting to be given antidepressants.I don’t know I really believed him, but it felt good all the same.I continued the mindfulness meditation, and kept using what I had learned from the CBT process about questioning my thoughts before taking action.