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ge to fill the void with something gripping. An insatiable hunger to fill all my senses with extremities when dopamine was at its lowest level.</p><p id="9037">The moments of peak creativity, where I cannot contain the words, the emotions that run through my mind. They were gifts indeed. Yet such moments can disappear without notice, and leave me dry for days, weeks. Cyclical, volatile.</p><p id="12c4">It is a question of acceptance. The polarisation of my thoughts, my emotions.</p><p id="ea36">I am indeed scarlet. The colour of extremes. The colour of passion. The colour of anger. The colour of life.</p><p id="c02b">Spiritless, I am not. I am just a weary soul seeking balance and clarity, a life with fewer doubts.</p><p id="e225"><i>This poem is dedicated to people with <a href="https://www.millenniummedicalassociates.com/blog/2019/12/30/what-are-the-positive-and-negative-qualities-associated-with-adhd">adult ADHD</a>.</i></p><p id="adbc"><b><i>The red series</i></b></p><div id="46a6" class="lin

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Scarlet

A Poem

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People don’t know my secret, which keeps me awake for many nights. It is masked with pretence, creating the illusion of calm.

But will anyone understand the turbulence, the chaos of my mind? I wonder.

There were moments where I felt the high, filled with delusions of grandeur. Everything seemed possible with a stroke of luck. Unrealistic yet strangely optimistic.

Then there were the extreme lows. The persistent urge to fill the void with something gripping. An insatiable hunger to fill all my senses with extremities when dopamine was at its lowest level.

The moments of peak creativity, where I cannot contain the words, the emotions that run through my mind. They were gifts indeed. Yet such moments can disappear without notice, and leave me dry for days, weeks. Cyclical, volatile.

It is a question of acceptance. The polarisation of my thoughts, my emotions.

I am indeed scarlet. The colour of extremes. The colour of passion. The colour of anger. The colour of life.

Spiritless, I am not. I am just a weary soul seeking balance and clarity, a life with fewer doubts.

This poem is dedicated to people with adult ADHD.

The red series

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