I made my first post

Hahaha, and with that said, I have no idea what I am doing. Tonight I opened up Substack, and I am not going to lie, I feel so lost. I am so happy I am starting this journey, and now I am not sure how to do this blog and Substack. I started looking on Reddit, and saw the words "canonical URL" for Substack, and felt overwhelmed, so I tried YouTube and had no energy to watch a video on writing on Substack, so then I half gave up. My brain is not very good at taking in one bit of information and then finding more information to support that, and so on, especially after work. This does not mean I won't figure it out; I could just tell my capacity to figure it out tonight was not going to happen. Click here to read it!

Post now, figure it out later

I have been leaning into this strategy hard in recent times. If I don't just do it and figure it out, I won't do it. So lately, I just say screw it, just work through it as you go. It's sort of like an "exposure" exercise, and lately I have been digging the freedom of being messy and vulnerable and taking on the potential embarrassment. I have also noticed that when I don't challenge myself to do some of these things, it can be harder to show up for my patients when they want to avoid. It's easy to collude with someone else's avoidance when I have been avoiding things in my personal life.

New things are hard

When something is new, and I am fatigued from the day, new things are even harder. But if you are like me, you might find yourself avoiding new things due to the learning curve. Leaning into being a novice is uncomfortable and frustrating. I am okay with not knowing how to do something, I just want to know how to do it so I can do it NOW, dammit! Despite me typing that all out, I also appreciate the process of learning all of it.

Supporting myself when the ADHD gets loud

In the last few posts, I talked about the struggles of ADHD, and I have to say, the more I talk about it, the more it helps me understand why my process is the way it is. For years, I would try to fight a lot of the struggles, and as time goes on, I have found it easier to roll with them. Earlier tonight, I knew I was getting overwhelmed; everything I read felt like it was escaping me. In the past, I would have just given up altogether and would have given up on posting altogether. Instead, I observed the overwhelm, and chose to at the very least post with the commitment of revisiting the information later by blocking the time in my calendar and setting an alarm. Why suffer more with shame and avoidance?

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