ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 5
Hope, for me, used to mean believing in a perfect person who would make all the pain make sense. These days, hope looks smaller and sturdier.
I don’t need a soulmate to validate that I’m worthy. I do, however, still want someone to share the good coffee, the stupid jokes, the quiet evenings, and the occasional existential crisis.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 3
I used to think my love language was grand gestures. Looking back, it was more like crisis management.
When things got tense, my first instinct was to go big: an expensive trip, a huge gift, a massive sacrifice I absolutely couldn’t afford. If I pulled it off, we got a week of peace and I got to feel like the hero.
For an ADHD brain high on limerence, that rush is addictive. You don’t just fix a problem—you save the relationship. You save her. You save your role as ‘the good man.’
The bill always came later: in money, in resentment, in the quiet realization that I was performing love instead of living it.
Being the hero feels powerful—until you realize you’ve never learned how to just be a partner.
Naming Your Emotions
Ever replay a conversation three days later and finally figure out what you felt?
This post explores emotional awareness, overthinking, and why learning to name your emotions can change the way you experience relationships.