I'm not entirely sure what to write or in what order, I'm out of my element seemingly writing something and presenting it to a faceless entity. I'm 23 years old and live/was raised in Suffolk on Long Island, NY. I was raised mostly by my controlling mother as she left my father when I was 4 and remarried another man and left him when I was 9 (I'm still uncovering the effects of that event; it's a landmark on my mental-health roller coaster timeline). I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was 7, to the understanding of my mother and I, I was just a kid and the school did not like me having an imagination and being unruly; not sitting down in the god forsaken classrooms for hours on end when I just wanted to have fun. I was taken to a psychologist and tested as above average intelligence of my peers (at the age of 7, 116 IQ, I forget the name of the test used) and was basically told I'm smart but I can't focus for jack. The school was suggesting I go on Ritalin and my mother was not going to do that, I agreed with her, I believe it would have 'sucked my soul out' essentially as we'd seen it happen to my cousin.
Age 10 to 17 my mother continued to overprotect me, I had no father figure and I never learned discipline (she was dating a man she'd eventually marry and divorce when I was 21 and he was not much of a man) I coasted through school on base intelligence, paying attention in class but not committing too hard to school work, being a class clown and goofing with my friends, and playing video games for what people would call an unhealthy amount of time (difference between now and then is I actually enjoyed playing games for long periods of time, it was an enjoyable escape). Through those years I had no real ambitions after school, I was merely living the moment, perhaps avoiding the problems that I now face head on, such as not having the ability to to commit to ideas or tasks long term (college, new hobbies, relationships both platonic and intimate). For those years I also suffered from major depression (since that moment my parents divorced when I was 9, diagnosed at 18 with major depressive disorder) and now more recently (the past 2 years) incredibly apathetic.
February of this year I had a meltdown due to the medication I was taking (Pristiq, an SSRI) and I stopped taking it, and in that meltdown I had somewhat of an epiphany realizing it may be that treating depression wasn't the right move, but that I have ADD/ADHD and that's whats causing the depression (my lack of focus instigating incompetence) I've had 14 jobs since I was 16 years old, I would constantly be ruminating on thoughts not relevant to work if the job wasn't stimulating enough, and if it was too stimulating I'd get frustrated and quit (to be fair to myself a lot of the jobs I did do were complete nonsense, Library Page, Assembler in a factory that was never properly trained because of office politics, Bus Boy but was hired as a Salad Bar attendant and basically lied to about the position, 7 more similar situations) and through all my days in those places my head would be filled with suicidal thoughts, what I would rather be doing than be in this place, etc.
I knew I had greater-than-normal problems with focusing, I knew I'd get a diagnosis if I got tested. I got lucky with an early appointment and started a test in May, finished what was supposed to be 6 hours of testing in 4 hours since I was familiar with nearly all the tests since they're basically IQ tests, but had a follow up to do one more test and then discuss the findings in June. I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to spend a month with my grandmother in Florida as I have a deep dislike for my situation back home (where I'm currently writing from) and have an appointment lined up with a psychologist and my psychiatrist (hopefully to get Adderall, I'll get to that).
So since February I've finished my second semester of community college, my last semester until further notice. I couldn't bear full time anymore and that was the only way I could get the benefits to attend. I've been fat and lazy as long as I can remember, I've lost 60 pounds (now weighing 249lbs, I'm 6'3, still obese on the BMI probably) since April, educated myself about nutrition and am beginning to exercise in an effort to permanently better my health (I lost 70 pounds 3 years ago and gained it back when I got really depressed, I have no "real friends" or support group or a tyrant to punish me or keep me on track and I do not value my own life enough to take care of myself like I would take care of someone I was responsible for taking care of.) I currently have no addictions (the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity) besides being on my laptop maybe but I've got nothing else to do when inside. I quit smoking weed almost 3 weeks ago, I stopped eating terrible food i.e refined sugars and processed foods ala ice cream, soda, chips etc. but have cheated up until the last few days as I kept learning about the long term damaging effects of 'bad food' (I've always had a terrible palette and am extremely picky with food) I've masturbated way too often and too frequently since puberty and I'm stopping now (haven't in a week) since that's definitely a contributing factor to destroying the reward center of my brain in a similar way to cocaine addicts.
I'm understanding the importance of good friendships and am eager to begin exercising, find group therapy, try new things and begin treatment once I go back home (I drive my grandmothers car back home for her in two weeks) and I'm curious if Adderall is going to be the blessing it sounds like, from people I personally know who've described its effects. I'll never put full stock into anything but it sounds like somewhat of a golden ticket for myself, where I literally cannot read a book for more than 5-10 minutes until my mind starts to wander and I have to put it down or else I'm not absorbing what I'm reading.
I told myself I wasn't going to write a novel and then I did, this happens every time I touch this subject. If anyone has read this far I would greatly appreciate your input, I take no offense to any guesses/suggestions/criticisms and am looking for any ideas, anecdotes or personal experiences that may tell me what I'm supposed to do next; I know so many things about humanity and improving the self but I lack the ability to be methodical and form new habits on my own which is where I'm hoping medication will benefit me. Thanks for reading.