Lately, I’ve been stuck in a funk. Not the kind you can dance to—but the heavy, quiet kind that just sits with you all day. I keep telling myself I want to start working out, to take better care of my body and my mind. But between my ADHD and the mental weight I’ve been carrying, even lacing up my shoes feels like a full-time job.
I know it would help. I know moving my body, sweating a little, and just getting out of my head would do wonders. But every day it feels like I’m trying to push a boulder uphill with one hand tied behind my back.
ADHD doesn’t just make it hard to focus—it makes it hard to start. To build routines. To stay on track. And it’s even harder when you feel like you’re doing it alone.
To be honest, it’s made me depressed. The kind of down that seeps into the things I usually love—like singing. Lately, I haven’t even wanted to record or write. The fire just flickers out. Some days I wonder if it’s all in my head… or if it’s the nonstop stomping from my upstairs neighbors literally pounding the motivation out of me.
I wish I had a friend who would check in. Someone to say, “Hey, let’s go for a walk,” or “Let’s hit the gym today—just for 20 minutes.” Sometimes it’s not even the workout itself I need… it’s the accountability. The company. The reminder that I’m not stuck forever.
If you’re reading this and feeling the same way—like you’re in a weird fog you can’t quite shake—you’re not alone. We’ll get through this. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not even quickly. But step by step, funk or not, we’ll find our way back to ourselves.
Until then, I’m still trying. That counts for something.
— Brandon