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Executive Dysfunction

 Executive Dysfunction is when the brain and body refuse to cooperate. The brain wants to do something, but the body is doing something else. It is different from procrastination such that the person is actively wanting to do the task at hand, instead of leaving it for their future self, but is unable to do so. This makes it difficult for the person to not only do academic or professional tasks, but also the easy and important stuff, like chores or hobbies.

Here's a short poem by me, inspired from my experience.

I sit in my room 
being 'lazy' like always
I tell myself that I'm going to 
finally change my ways 
But at this point I know
that it is all a lie
I tell myself lets go
But I don't comply
what is this confusion
I can't listen to myself
Executive dysfunction
greeting me again

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