Divorce and Adhd - Personal Essay

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never really opened up. I became guarded, not knowing who to trust. I was jealous of my friends who’s parents were still together. I wanted my dad to coach my team like the other boys dads. I didn’t want to move, I hated that I had to leave my house and my friends. It all seemed so unfair.

I am seventeen now, still trying to make sense of everything , still trying desperately to figure out who I am, and where I fit into this crazy world. College is just around the corner now. “Have I decided what I am going to major in?” , is a question I hear all too often. The way I figure it , college is where I am going to go to figure that out. I want to explore my options, see what interests me, find what it is that I am passionate about. College to me is where I hope to be the very best version of myself, where all the possibilities of a bright and promising future lay ahead of me.

I still live with my mom and 2 younger brothers in a small apartment. She still works hard, and we have everything that we need. We see our dad about 5 times a year, on birthdays and holidays for a few hours, and I have learned to accept that is all he is capable of. I still see a therapist on a regular basis and he has been using my passion for sports as a way to explore my anger and emotions. I have learned that I am not alone and I am learning that I can express myself to those I trust and that they can handle it. I am learning to accept that that the fact that my dad chooses not to speak or spend time with me is his issue and that it has nothing to do with me. I am learning to accept that I am worthy of a bright future and even more so that I deserve it.