Only now that I sit and struggle to piece something together for my blog based on Hyperactivity do I realise the irony that the brain is moving so fast and that’s why I often struggle.

So this is the only way I can introduce myself. I am Sarah, I’m 25 and I have a hyperactive brain. No, I don’t intend on delving into my life story right now and I also don’t want whoever reads this (thanks by the way!) to think that I define myself and my every action by having a hyperactive brain, although this was common practice when I was initially informed of my brain status.

Yet that’s what this blog will be based around, not just the ins and outs of Hyperactivity, its causes and the scientific bases behind it, but also daily life with hyperactivity; how it’s my friend and foe all at once, and how to cope with the many obstacles it can bring.

I want this blog to be a guide, something relatable, entertaining and most importantly, an easy read.

I want to help those who may have Hyperactivity, those who do, or those who want to become more familiar with what it is or how they can understand a loved one who may have a hyperactive brain.

What is Hyperactivity?
I’ll begin with the old reliable definition provided by my good literary friend, the Dictionary;
Hyperactivity – ‘ increased levels of function or activity especially when considered abnormally excessive.’

To put it simply, concentration is affected, distraction is as tempting as a slab of chocolate, and emotions run wild when let (they can be difficult to tame), also impulsive behaviour can creep in from time to time.

The Hyperactive mind likes to be stimulated, and even when I don’t realise it, I am subconsciously stimulating my mind. By tapping my foot, fidgeting or not sitting still, this is the Hyperactive mind at play. It almost seems like a Hyperactive child is inside longing to come out.

Through my therapy, I’ve discovered (or somewhat made the decision) that there is two Sarah’s. The first Sarah, ‘me’ as I see it, is a grown woman, working away, thinking logically and maturing with time. The second Sarah, well, she’s a child at heart (and in my mind), who fidgets, gets bored and distracted within seconds and is impulsive.
Juggling the two can be a challenge, but little had I known, until recently, it was what I had been doing for many years.

I found out at the age of 24 that I have a hyperactive brain. The road to that point was long, mental torture at times, but it was a defining moment, and now, a year later looking back, one that makes a lot of sense.

There’s so much to explain I could go on for hours, but I’ll spare you the ranting, raving and end it here.

Until next time.

S.