If ADHD is fake, then so am I. Well, one new post, more on the way. Been there, done that.

I often suspect that I abuse my body and mind to the extent that I do so in order to enjoy the euphoria of health, of energy, of well-rested enthusiasm and unbridled youth that so often ensues such abuse.

My life with a dachshund rescued from a puppy mill. Millie is on her way to a new home. After a year with me, she is still afraid of me, and has, in fact, become worse since January. She has become so afraid of me she will not come out from under my dresser to eat or to go outside or anything else unless my wife is home. When Wife and I arrived home after work, Millie was again constantly in fear of me and running even when I changed position in my chair.