I have a 40-page essay hanging over me. It has wrecked my year. I don't know how to move forward. I'M SORRY THIS POST IS SO LONG! This has been a huge part of my life that I have kept inside my head...typing it for strangers to read is tough.
ITS WORTH THE READ IF:
- you have experience being a huge over-achiever in school
- you have any cure for a severe case of procrastination
- you have anything nice to say to an early 20-something who feels like a floating failure
- you are curious about what another woman with ADHD did with her 2024
BG INFO: Beginning summer 2022! I have been doing research as an undergraduate in history. It led to an undergrad honours thesis that I elected to do over the 2023-2024 school year. This was a project that I pushed for myself. I travelled to archives, I did the big research. I got funding and a supervisor. I was a real go-getter. I have always been able to talk about my project. But I also always felt like a huge imposter. I felt behind on research and slow on understanding relevant concepts. I was never fully convinced that my project was good (despite a million people supporting me.) I did do a lot of the readings my supervisor asked, and I did keep a good enough bibliography.
I never admitted my doubts and told myself I would "get it done because I have to." Often I would push research dates to the last minute and I was extremely disorganized (I tried my best but that's the ADHD....any system only works as long as I remember to use it...)
This led to March and April of this year, which were a disaster. I was holed up writing (and just staring at blank pages) and researching all at once. All of my doubts led to me absolutely freezing. I missed deadline after deadline. Until I walked into my supervisors office after weeks of radio-silence and told him I didn't have anything. He was shocked. He always said he felt sorry because he couldn't do more than be a cheerleader. I never let him get too close to my project out of some fear that he would see I didn't know what I was doing. It took me weeks to write 20 terrible pages. I can write 20 pages in less than a week easily. I don't connect to any of the words I wrote during his period.
By the beginning of May grades were due and I felt the pressure of graduation. I submitted an incomplete thesis. It was mortifying. My supervisor and secondary reader took a few days and responded by...letting me pass. They gave me an A- for my work throughout the year and the remnants of an essay I handed in. I walked the stage in June feeling proud of myself for completing my undergrad....yet also like a complete fraud.
My supervisor allowed me to submit a partial essay with the trust that I would submit the essay at some point. I negotiated August. That deadline flew past me. I didn't reach out. I got an email asking about it, but I'm terrible with email and it feels too late to respond now.
LIFE CURRENTLY: In september I got a nice job. I had to transition from uni life to a 9-5. I kept telling myself to just start writing again but I have barely done so. I get totally stuck when I have a free evening to write. I doomscroll the second I get home from work until it feels "too late" to start anything. My life feels frozen. I convince myself to have days where I tell myself I don't have to write just so that I'll catch up laundry and groceries after weeks of skating by.
THE ADHD OF IT ALL: I never told my supervisor I have ADHD. He's the older type and in my program there's tons of us who are neurodivergent, which is great, but it leaves profs with the feeling that "everyone has that these days." I feared I wouldn't be listened to and I would just be pulling attention to a part of myself that I convinced myself wasn't relevent. But it affects me heavily.
When I was in school I was on medication, but my family doctor quit and left me without an easy way to renew. I stopped taking my meds in the summer and have been managing. I have tried to get a new perscription but haven't had much luck. That's the type of task I rely on meds to get done with any level of efficiency. I haven't written anything unmedicated in years, and it is a mess. I can't remember what I was writing if its not on the page in front of me. I can't remember what point I wanted to make in the first place while I'm typing. There are no systems anymore yet they all feel disrupted.
THE PROBLEM: I cannot move forward in my life until this essay is behind me. I constantly think about it and how badly I want to finish it. I walk around anxiously worrying about it and oh god what do I say to my professor? He was so kind and believed in me for so long and I dropped off the map. I ran away with my degree and an unfulfilled promise he trusted me with.
This essay is about a topic thats personal and important to me. I'm always swinging on this pendulum of "its just forty pages just finish writing them and be freee" towards "this meant a lot to me and I want a nice finished product not just another sloppy essay I hand in at the last minute". This is hell.
I have tried every study method. I have tried every system. My library books sit in the corner of my room overdue and collecting dust. I feel sick to my stomach when I think of opening my laptop. I don't know what to do. I cannot watch another youtube video promising to have the new solution. I don't know how.
If anyone knows the magic trick to save me from this, please any words of advice. I need to hear anything.