After months of logistical obstacles, I finally got into the city mental health clinic yesterday to see a therapist, and to talk about getting on antidepressants. (Aren’t you glad you don’t live in Canada, where you might have to wait?)
I really liked the guy who’s assigned to me. Embarrassed, I was trying to describe how much trouble I have completing mundane tasks: “It’s a hard thing for anyone who doesn’t have ADD to understand.”
He smiled. “I have ADD. I understand.”
The magic words. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel.