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 2
She looked me in the eyes and called me her soulmate.
I didn’t suddenly believe in The One.
I believed in her belief in me.
Within 18 months: married.
New role: provider, fixer, designated hero.
I treated ‘soulmate’ like a job title I had to earn every day.
ADHD hyperfocus on a relationship looks a lot like devotion.
From the outside: ‘What a committed guy.’
On the inside: ‘If I stop trying this hard, I’ll lose everything.’
Pettiness. Jealousy. Double standards.
My gut whispered, ‘Something’s off.’
The soulmate story shouted, ‘This is just a test.’
Guess which one I listened to?
Pull up a chair. Let’s unravel the soulmate story—and see what’s worth keeping.
Quirks and quarks
At 5:34 a.m. I woke up thinking about quirks and quarks—and realized they might be the same thing.
The tiny habits we hide often reveal more about us than the grand stories we tell.
A Cynical Romantic’s Guide to Digital Love
Dating apps promised convenience. Instead, they created a new language of ghosting, swiping, and mixed signals.
This guide explores how to keep your heart—and your sanity—while searching for connection online.