Let's start from the beginning (con't)

So here I am at Frostburg. This school was perfect for many reasons. It was one of the cheapest schools in my state, it wasn't big at all (division 3), and it had an intimate class setting, meaning my biggest class could be about 30 people. I'd be able to have a relationship with my professors, given my disorder.

Coming up here, I had some friends from high school that were here (not super close but close to where I could say hey and maybe have lunch with them). Plus, my boyfriend had chosen this school for some similar reasons as me and had made the football team; so he was up here too! By now, I'm 20 years old and I know I have a hold of this college thing, as far as the work load. And the doctor an I had finally chosen a medicine that would still kinda mess with my moods if I really let it, but I would take a pill on an 'as needed' basis; once in the morning, then it would wear off in the middle of the day, around the time I was done with classes, so I'd be "normal" again for the rest of the day. This helped, and I felt I had managed my ADHD. I was good. But my social life was still suffering.

With my boyfriend being SUPER busy with football, I rarely got to see him throughout the week. When we made lunch or dinner plans, sometimes things changed because of football and it messed up my whole day. Him being so busy and not having time for me would spark arguments every time we would try and see each other. The ADHD took over and I would shut him out. I made friends up here and branched out. My roommate and I had a good relationship; we would talk about everything! I told her about my ADHD and how it has affected my life. She said she understood because she went through it as well, but even with that being said, no one really understood the depth of what I dealt with. I kept all this from my friends, both at school and at home. They would ask whats wrong and I would cover it up. Sometimes there would be so much going on, I'd feel they wanted to do so much, I got overwhelmed and really just wanted to lay in bed; be to myself. And that would make me look like the bad guy, like I didn't want to be around them, when it wasn't them personally, there was just too much going on, all the time. And not to mention my work load...I became so stressed out with life in general, I wasn't sure how to handle it all. I would call my mom crying and she'd talk me out of it, calm me down, but there wasn't a whole lot she could do being 4 and a half hours away from me. I needed a mother's love; a hug. She was the only person who understood me.

After fall, I came back from winter break with a new attitude. I was going to try and be more cheerful, more of my outgoing self, more open to do other things. My boyfriend was done with football until April so we had more time for each other so that was good. My social life felt like it was back on track and I was finally having fun with the friends I made up here and the experiences I was having. I went snowboarding a couple times, I drove to WVU to visit friends, not to mention my 21st birthday with my family.... everything seemed like it was going to be okay...