Typically I'm hopefully optimistic and never give up, but lately hope has felt like poison
I desperately sought individual counseling in October 2020 due to fears of losing my 9-year relationship. I "agreed" to what I thought was to be a trial "separation" (never truly my decision) I was asked to leave my current home, give up my cats, and essentially asked not to fight for the family/friend/companion, that I found in her.
Since then, I have made many discoveries and changes in my life amongst which was a newly confirmed diagnosis of ADHD as of May 2022 (this year). Throughout my sessions and much independent research, I had strong suspicions of ADHD being a central challenge throughout my life, and a significant causal factor in the various challenges that led to the termination of my relationship. I am still very much in the process of learning to cope with both.
I have also been experiencing increasing disconnection from family and friends over the past several years. I have no doubt that ADHD has been an influential factor there as well. Both general and romantic relationship concerns and confusions abound.
My previous counselor recently left the network and I am now without. I would benefit from a friend along my journey toward greater self awareness, social assertiveness, and resolutions/lessons from my experiences. I often feel like I'm on this journey alone without adequate time or resources to work through my personal discoveries and insights.
Over recent weeks I have been haunted by the notion of, "if only she had known too what I now know she might have also had the hope for me that I haave always had for myself, and for US.
Also thoughts of this may just be "too little, too late."
The intrusion of thoughts that, in spite of everything I've learned and my best efforts to realize my potential this will follow the trend of most of my life, that "my best has most often been, NOT quite good enough."