I also have severe adult adhd. I used to think that ADD was a load of crap, and that everyone who gets tested gets diagnosed. I still think it's way over-diagnosed, but I'm a 100% believer that it is a real condition. It really does mess with the way you think. I think I'm addicted to the excitement of new things, so I'll buy something, play with it for a while, then sell it to buy the next thing and the cycle continues.
I'm trying to simplify my life and get over this addiction, so I'm trying to go to 2 or 3 cars at home instead of 4 or 5, with a trailer.
It's honestly a crappy way to live, and I'm working on getting over it, but all the ADD medication I had doubles my heart rate and isn't safe for me. Not trying to get sympathy, I just know others think I'm crazy (and, in a way, I am).
For instance. My dream car has always been a vintage mini cooper. So I went out and bought one two years ago. I had it for 6 months, raced it, drove it everywhere, got my kicks, then sold it. I had had my fill, and I knew what it was like to own one. I don't want one again now. I think the same thing is going on here (except I'll always want it again when I'm in Moab). I always wondered what it'd be like to build a killer rig, and to wheel something that didn't even struggle on the hard stuff. Now I know. I guess I live to have experiences. I like to experience things so I know what it's like. I guess with that mentality it's a miracle that I've never tried drugs or alcohol.
I'm sure that's way too much personal information for everyone...