Adderall sleep

I started taking zoloft at the age of of 16 from constant over stimulation that had started once i hit puberty at 11 years old. The first few months on zoloft i felt happier than i had ever felt before to a pretty extreme extent. I didnt know this was an odd reaction to ssri’s especially since up to the age of 16 i had never done any drugs. I hadn’t ever even had caffeine before besides the low amount in soda which I rarely ever had. The reason im saying this is because there were nothing in my life i had experienced that was mind altering. This is why i didnt know at the time that i was really, really high on zoloft. Apparently it was obvious to my family who have said it was very obvious something was wrong once I started. I became the most extreme extrovert anyone could ever become. This all lead to me going from a normal 3.0 gpa to graduating with a 1.8 gpa. I became a drug addict in the worst way possible. I had become so impulsive. I went from being a kid who never lies or does anything bad to the guy who lies for no reason. I became a poly addict within months of starting zoloft. I became completely disconnected from not only friends but to my parents as well. This continued for 2 years until i finally stopped taking it at 18. Once i stopped taking zoloft i did a complete 180, well sort of. The addictions i picked up on zoloft for the most part stopped, except for one drug which i still struggle with. That being adderall and vyvanse. Thank the lord i never met anyone with meth during this time. There were other drugs i was addicted too as well while on zoloft like oxycodone, hydrocodone, weed, nicotine, xanax, Klonopin, alcohol and even more. I was addicted to all of these. I couldnt stop thinking about getting high. Its all i thought about. Always thinking of ways to get drugs. My parents had to buy a safe specifically for there prescriptions to keep me from stealing them. Even my own zoloft was in there safe because i would take 4 a day when i was prescribed to take one 50mg. I even abused tylenal(acetaminophen). My parents also couldn’t keep alcohol anywhere in the house since everynight after they went to bed i would search the whole house for it.

 Like i said though once I turned 18 i stopped taking zoloft and just like that all of my hyper focused drug cravings went away, all of them except for amphetamines which i still struggle with today. Also this isnt really related but when i was 19 i tried molly(mdma) with a friend which i had only had gotten because i started abusing amphetamines again which for some reason amphetamines also make me impulsive, but not to the same level as Zoloft though. Anyways when i took the molly, guess what it felt like?! It was literally the exact same head space and just over all feeling i had during the first 6 moths on Zoloft. It felt exactly the same, just it only lasted for a few hourse and made me very umm aroused, and a bit hyped. 

Im about to turn 21 in 7 days so it really hasnt been to long since my manic days.
Second time on ssri’s
Right around when i had turned 20 i began getting my first ever panic attacks. Most of them were the normal panic attacks, well normal probably isn’t the right word. I mean most of the attacks i had i could deal with on my own since they all happened at night when i was alone. One night though that changed. This particular night i felt that dreadful anxiety which i had been feeling for the past couple weeks already but it had never gotten to the point where it was too overwhelming for me deal with on my own. I was just laying in bed going to sleep, then it just happened in less than a second i knew i was gonna die. I knew this was it. I couldn’t breathe or i guess i could breathe but for some reason every time i would inhale it was just like i wasn’t idk. That immediate overwhelming feeling of death is the worst pain i hade ever felt. Worse than any physical pain id ever had, well i guess its the worst thing i’ve ever felt period at least at this point in my life. Because of this i went to the doctor. I refused to take ssri’s for it while also really trying to stay away from benzodiazepines for obvious reasons. So i perscribed Buspiron which is kinda in its on catargory. It’s non addictive and its not an antidepressant. So I took it for just about a month. Made me lowkey feel like shit. Constant headaches along with being really hot which is kinda problem since i work physical labor pretty much only outside all while it’s july. So unfortunately the only other option was ssri’s since im still on my parents health insurance my mom would never in a million years allow me take benzodiazepine which is obviously understandable. So i get a script for prozac cause it’s not Zoloft so maybe it’ll be a little different. Boy oh boy was it different. So basically the prozac ended up doing exactly the opposite of what the Zoloft did. I became more depressed than i had ever been by a landslide. Legit would fantasize killing myself. The first two weeks on prozac i would do nothing. Like straight up nothing but think about how amazing it would be to get relief by meeting up with my favorite tree. Eventually it went away for the most part. Then i stopped taking it 3 moths ago, so i was on it for 9 months total. I just felt normal on it for the most part. The only other thing it did that was bothersome was make me a little short tempered.
Ive just been curious if anyone else has experienced something similar to me.

I started taking zoloft at the age of of 16 from constant over stimulation that had started once i hit puberty at 11 years old. The first few months on zoloft i felt happier than i had ever felt before to a pretty extreme extent. I didnt know this was an odd reaction to ssri’s especially since up to the age of 16 i had never done any drugs. I hadn’t ever even had caffeine before besides the low amount in soda which I rarely ever had. The reason im saying this is because there were nothing in my life i had experienced that was mind altering. This is why i didnt know at the time that i was really, really high on zoloft. Apparently it was obvious to my family who have said it was very obvious something was wrong once I started. I became the most extreme extrovert anyone could ever become. This all lead to me going from a normal 3.0 gpa to graduating with a 1.8 gpa. I became a drug addict in the worst way possible. I had become so impulsive. I went from being a kid who never lies or does anything bad to the guy who lies for no reason. I became a poly addict within months of starting zoloft. I became completely disconnected from not only friends but to my parents as well. This continued for 2 years until i finally stopped taking it at 18. Once i stopped taking zoloft i did a complete 180, well sort of. The addictions i picked up on zoloft for the most part stopped, except for one drug which i still struggle with. That being adderall and vyvanse. Thank the lord i never met anyone with meth during this time. There were other drugs i was addicted too as well while on zoloft like oxycodone, hydrocodone, weed, nicotine, xanax, Klonopin, alcohol and even more. I was addicted to all of these. I couldnt stop thinking about getting high. Its all i thought about. Always thinking of ways to get drugs. My parents had to buy a safe specifically for there prescriptions to keep me from stealing them. Even my own zoloft was in there safe because i would take 4 a day when i was prescribed to take one 50mg. I even abused tylenal(acetaminophen). My parents also couldn’t keep alcohol anywhere in the house since everynight after they went to bed i would search the whole house for it.

 Like i said though once I turned 18 i stopped taking zoloft and just like that all of my hyper focused drug cravings went away, all of them except for amphetamines which i still struggle with today. Also this isnt really related but when i was 19 i tried molly(mdma) with a friend which i had only had gotten because i started abusing amphetamines again which for some reason amphetamines also make me impulsive, but not to the same level as Zoloft though. Anyways when i took the molly, guess what it felt like?! It was literally the exact same head space and just over all feeling i had during the first 6 moths on Zoloft. It felt exactly the same, just it only lasted for a few hourse and made me very umm aroused, and a bit hyped. 

Im about to turn 21 in 7 days so it really hasnt been to long since my manic days.
Second time on ssri’s
Right around when i had turned 20 i began getting my first ever panic attacks. Most of them were the normal panic attacks, well normal probably isn’t the right word. I mean most of the attacks i had i could deal with on my own since they all happened at night when i was alone. One night though that changed. This particular night i felt that dreadful anxiety which i had been feeling for the past couple weeks already but it had never gotten to the point where it was too overwhelming for me deal with on my own. I was just laying in bed going to sleep, then it just happened in less than a second i knew i was gonna die. I knew this was it. I couldn’t breathe or i guess i could breathe but for some reason every time i would inhale it was just like i wasn’t idk. That immediate overwhelming feeling of death is the worst pain i hade ever felt. Worse than any physical pain id ever had, well i guess its the worst thing i’ve ever felt period at least at this point in my life. Because of this i went to the doctor. I refused to take ssri’s for it while also really trying to stay away from benzodiazepines for obvious reasons. So i perscribed Buspiron which is kinda in its on catargory. It’s non addictive and its not an antidepressant. So I took it for just about a month. Made me lowkey feel like shit. Constant headaches along with being really hot which is kinda problem since i work physical labor pretty much only outside all while it’s july. So unfortunately the only other option was ssri’s since im still on my parents health insurance my mom would never in a million years allow me take benzodiazepine which is obviously understandable. So i get a script for prozac cause it’s not Zoloft so maybe it’ll be a little different. Boy oh boy was it different. So basically the prozac ended up doing exactly the opposite of what the Zoloft did. I became more depressed than i had ever been by a landslide. Legit would fantasize killing myself. The first two weeks on prozac i would do nothing. Like straight up nothing but think about how amazing it would be to get relief by meeting up with my favorite tree. Eventually it went away for the most part. Then i stopped taking it 3 moths ago, so i was on it for 9 months total. I just felt normal on it for the most part. The only other thing it did that was bothersome was make me a little short tempered.
Ive just been curious if anyone else has experienced something similar to me.

I started taking zoloft at the age of of 16 from constant over stimulation that had started once i hit puberty at 11 years old. The first few months on zoloft i felt happier than i had ever felt before to a pretty extreme extent. I didnt know this was an odd reaction to ssri’s especially since up to the age of 16 i had never done any drugs. I hadn’t ever even had caffeine before besides the low amount in soda which I rarely ever had. The reason im saying this is because there were nothing in my life i had experienced that was mind altering. This is why i didnt know at the time that i was really, really high on zoloft. Apparently it was obvious to my family who have said it was very obvious something was wrong once I started. I became the most extreme extrovert anyone could ever become. This all lead to me going from a normal 3.0 gpa to graduating with a 1.8 gpa. I became a drug addict in the worst way possible. I had become so impulsive. I went from being a kid who never lies or does anything bad to the guy who lies for no reason. I became a poly addict within months of starting zoloft. I became completely disconnected from not only friends but to my parents as well. This continued for 2 years until i finally stopped taking it at 18. Once i stopped taking zoloft i did a complete 180, well sort of. The addictions i picked up on zoloft for the most part stopped, except for one drug which i still struggle with. That being adderall and vyvanse. Thank the lord i never met anyone with meth during this time. There were other drugs i was addicted too as well while on zoloft like oxycodone, hydrocodone, weed, nicotine, xanax, Klonopin, alcohol and even more. I was addicted to all of these. I couldnt stop thinking about getting high. Its all i thought about. Always thinking of ways to get drugs. My parents had to buy a safe specifically for there prescriptions to keep me from stealing them. Even my own zoloft was in there safe because i would take 4 a day when i was prescribed to take one 50mg. I even abused tylenal(acetaminophen). My parents also couldn’t keep alcohol anywhere in the house since everynight after they went to bed i would search the whole house for it.

 Like i said though once I turned 18 i stopped taking zoloft and just like that all of my hyper focused drug cravings went away, all of them except for amphetamines which i still struggle with today. Also this isnt really related but when i was 19 i tried molly(mdma) with a friend which i had only had gotten because i started abusing amphetamines again which for some reason amphetamines also make me impulsive, but not to the same level as Zoloft though. Anyways when i took the molly, guess what it felt like?! It was literally the exact same head space and just over all feeling i had during the first 6 moths on Zoloft. It felt exactly the same, just it only lasted for a few hourse and made me very umm aroused, and a bit hyped. 

Im about to turn 21 in 7 days so it really hasnt been to long since my manic days.
Second time on ssri’s
Right around when i had turned 20 i began getting my first ever panic attacks. Most of them were the normal panic attacks, well normal probably isn’t the right word. I mean most of the attacks i had i could deal with on my own since they all happened at night when i was alone. One night though that changed. This particular night i felt that dreadful anxiety which i had been feeling for the past couple weeks already but it had never gotten to the point where it was too overwhelming for me deal with on my own. I was just laying in bed going to sleep, then it just happened in less than a second i knew i was gonna die. I knew this was it. I couldn’t breathe or i guess i could breathe but for some reason every time i would inhale it was just like i wasn’t idk. That immediate overwhelming feeling of death is the worst pain i hade ever felt. Worse than any physical pain id ever had, well i guess its the worst thing i’ve ever felt period at least at this point in my life. Because of this i went to the doctor. I refused to take ssri’s for it while also really trying to stay away from benzodiazepines for obvious reasons. So i perscribed Buspiron which is kinda in its on catargory. It’s non addictive and its not an antidepressant. So I took it for just about a month. Made me lowkey feel like shit. Constant headaches along with being really hot which is kinda problem since i work physical labor pretty much only outside all while it’s july. So unfortunately the only other option was ssri’s since im still on my parents health insurance my mom would never in a million years allow me take benzodiazepine which is obviously understandable. So i get a script for prozac cause it’s not Zoloft so maybe it’ll be a little different. Boy oh boy was it different. So basically the prozac ended up doing exactly the opposite of what the Zoloft did. I became more depressed than i had ever been by a landslide. Legit would fantasize killing myself. The first two weeks on prozac i would do nothing. Like straight up nothing but think about how amazing it would be to get relief by meeting up with my favorite tree. Eventually it went away for the most part. Then i stopped taking it 3 moths ago, so i was on it for 9 months total. I just felt normal on it for the most part. The only other thing it did that was bothersome was make me a little short tempered.
Ive just been curious if anyone else has experienced something similar to me.

Hi all. I've been on Bupropion 150SR 2X for over 6 weeks now. 38M. Right off the bat, I started noticing my desire to work and accomplish tasks was diminishing, and it's getting worse. I'll go entire workdays without actually working. I've lost the desire to exercise or leave the house. I've lost the desire to play video games or watch movies, go hiking or biking, things I loved. Instead, I fill my time browsing the internet and buying things I don't need, and getting stuck watching shorts, all things I've always tried to avoid. I'm also a bit more aggressive how I talk about people or situations.
I was prescribed 150mg SR 2x daily. This was to tread mild depression, ADHD, and for smoking cessation. I feel like it's made my ADHD much worse. It's doing nothing to help with depression, which was all about having a loss of desire to do the things I loved in the first place. And of course, my anxiety has gotten worse - something I talked to the doc about treating but he didnt seem to care about anxiety. I have more anxiety than depression in general. Perhaps it's my anxiety that is preventing me from working or going out.
And my sleep is absolutely terrible. It's 6am as I type this, I couldn't sleep a wink all night and most nights are bad. Doc even gave me 1mg lunesta to help, and I can stay awake through that just fine.
I've quit smoking since starting bupropion. Three weeks clean. It's still a daily challenge, but I think I can do it on my own now. I also very recently quit heavy alcoholism and smoking weed to help me sleep. So all my 10+ years of vices are suddenly gone. I'm left completely sober and more depressed and much more anxious than when any of this started. I'm doing all this for my health.
Anybody else experience similar? Doc mentioned trying a stimulant next. I'm quite familiar with Adderall, but in the long run, I don't want to be taking anything. I especially don't want to be on any SSRIs.

I'm not asking for medical advise, simply options to present to my doctor for approval!
I was prescribed modafinil off-label for ADHD.
My psychopharmacologist was willing to go out on a limb with me because methylphenidate (in the past, I was on Ritalin LA or Concerta) and, god forbid, amphetamine (I tried Adderall for two terrible days) both make me feel wired and obsessive (worsened OCD symptoms) while also impairing sleep. My guess is that too much norepinephrine causes problems for my brain and body.

hi all.
i’ve been on and off adderall forever but after a 7 year hiatus, i’m back on. i take 20 mg xr sometimes with 10 mg ir sprinkled in if i need it. i’m noticing that more often than not, i develop a throbbing headache usually behind one of my eyes once the med starts to wear off. does this happen to anyone else?
also, i find myself having to take a benzo to sleep. any other tips for sleeping while adderall is still wearing off? my ativan is running low and my doc doesn’t want to refill but sometimes i won’t sleep if i don’t have the ativan.

I tried this shit about 2 years ago. Started popping adderall at 16, tried Xanax and opiates probably around 17, and starting mixing Addie’s/meth pills and fake percs. The cycle started as I loved the energy I got from adderall and I felt like it wouldn’t mess me up bad(as we all probably kinda tell ourselves before we would admit addicted). Then the anxiety kicked in after popping them 4-5 days a week on average( some more, some less depended on $$), so I tried Xanax to sleep cause I got tired of being so awake. Then I realized Xanax is a bad expensive addiction that makes you forget, and I got a hold of fenty 30s. I knew they were fake and I didn’t overdose on em but instantly loved them. It was all I looked forward to. I’m a smart guy(or at least was), and I have many skills I was pursuing. I’d have 50k in my bank right now if not more if it wasn’t for addiction. Once I tried hard after being addicted to powder and doing it all the time my plug said he only had hard. I’d never ever think or want to do that shit, I used to despise the shit just cause it’s crack so I wouldn’t touch it sober. I was doing 1-3.5gs a day powder everyday for 6 months and it’s all he had so I said fuck it, got a ball off the bat. I had bad technique, didn’t really get the full potential but still was INSTANTLY addicted, even more then the powder cocaine I was doing everyday. I’d smoke all my shit, then be like yea I’m done with this. Next day it calls me back and I do it. I went to rehab and was clean for over 6 months. Its crazy how fast life goes when you smoke hard cause I I don’t remember why and when I did it again, but it’s been a couple months already in a blink and I’ve already spent 3k if not more. I don’t do it everyday, but when I do I fiend and do a LOT dropping 300-500 on a Friday. I always can’t handle getting sober,but I always crave and go right back. love y’all‼️ we need to get well soon. Seen someone say it on here and it makes so much sense if you know the depth on this, but the coolest part about crack is quitting crack. Stay smooth my people

Hey random reddit strangers! I need some advice. So i have 2 siblings and all my life ive been the outcast. I was constantly bullied at school & at home. Through the years, i gained low self esteem. I always felt like my mom didn’t love me the way she loved my siblings. Most of my life i spent my time at my grandparents (dads). I started to know my mom more at 14. Anyway.. Around November of 2023 things started to change within my family. Me and my siblings would constantly fight & my mother would pick the side of the child who she sees as her favorite in the moment. One time my pregnant sister & I both got into an physical altercation where she hit me (i didn’t hit back) that caused me to get probation. The police noticed that my mom played both sides and wanted to charge her but since she’s a CNA, i took the fall. Fast forward to December me and my mom would constantly fight whenever i didn’t give her money for her habits. My mother takes hydrocodones & percs. I never judged her because she has been through alot but its the things she says when she doesn’t get her way. She threatened to kick me out, told me she hated me & more evil things. As her addiction got worse, she came up with a total lie on her wanting to move cities and start over. She had no game plan nor money. My mom, me & my sister went and stayed with a random guy she dated years ago, she’s also married. My mother promised when my stepdad got paid from the military we would be in our new home. Once he got paid, my mother left with all her belongings. She wasn’t keeping in contact. It was just me and my sister there with this man we barely knew. Luckily he wasn’t weird, he was actually nice. He allowed us to stay for another week or so. During that week me and my sister tried contacting our mother and she would constantly say that we needed to find somewhere else to go. My little sister ended up going to my aunts but i couldn’t go because it was a full house there & my sister goes to school so it made sense. The only thing i had left were my grandparents. They came and got me in January & ive been ever since. Mind you i called my mother and begged her to let me stay with her, i even told her i would sleep in the car with her or whatever and i’ll give her money. I cried because i reached rock bottom. The only thing she could say is “figure it out” and at the time i was 17. We hung up and i didn’t talk to her much after that. Me living with my grandparents, i had to learn being alone without my siblings, i was heavily depressed & started taking adderall to put my focus on other things. My grandparents are older so they go to bed early & we had nothing in common. I love them tho. My mom called me and told me she was coming back for me. The only time i received calls from my mother was unless she was high. She’s very euphoric & happy. I knew she was high but i held out hope. Again weeks went by and she never came. Me and my siblings weren’t close anymore either. Mind you my siblings & my mom were together at my aunts while i stayed by myself. No texts, calls or anything. I distanced myself. I even seen them in the grocery store and we all pretended like each other didn’t exist. Me and my siblings were good but i felt like i was so angry that i couldn’t take it so i cursed them both out and blocked them. Months go by and last month i receive a call from my mom telling me she misses me & obviously she’s high but i talk to her. I cried because it was the first time i spoke with her in months. The next day me and my sister talks and she invited me to my nephew 6 month party.. i go and reunite with them and seen my whole family. My mother doesn’t have a place yet so she let me stay with her in the hotel room. We talked all night and i was happy. I started visiting my sister because she just got her own place but i noticed alot. Whenever i came around them, i wasn’t happy and i just wanted to be alone. They were trying to get to know me again but it just wont be the same. Even after my feelings i tried to come around but i just kept feeling like its not worth it and i’ve outgrown my family. As of today my sister asked me for 42$ for my nephew and i was considering it but she came at me disrespectful so i decided not to and my mom called me selfish. She said i was taking it out on my nephew. Which i wasn’t. All my life ive helped and received nothing. my sister got her taxes and wouldn’t even let me borrow 40$ now that she’s broke, she asking me for it. Mind you she had it. My mom tried to the big manipulation tactic on how i should for my nephew but i don’t think its my responsibility. We were planning on hanging out for my bday thursday but once i said no, i don’t think its going to happen. It hurts me know that if i say no, they don’t wanna be around me. I spent years saying yes & it caused me to drag myself to depression so adderall came handy. I was diagnosed with depression aswell. While they were having fun without me, i was all alone drowning in sadness. I only had God and my grandparents. I understand they want to move on but i feel like its something in me that just cant. The way they all act like nothing happened while i sat here daily wondering why they wouldn’t reach out. Its something in me everytime im around them that makes me wanna leave. I no longer feel apart of the family. They never call unless its a favor. We haven’t even been cool no longer than a month btw. The more i say no, i notice im worth nothing. My birthday is coming this week so i was going to keep my mouth closed so i could have my family gather with me and celebrate but i couldn’t hold my tongue. i texted my sister and let her know that they were draining me. She responded saying they were planning my bday and that she’s done with me. I’m sad because this year all I wanted was for my family to come together and celebrate me. Now the only thing I have is myself and Grandparents for my birthday. which is fine but being alone on your birthday is the worst. I’ve always cried every birthday. I didn’t wanna cry this year. I plan on leaving to the military, so I wanted to spend time with them, but things just don’t go all the time I guess. Anyway sorry for the long story. I just needed to vent if you read this thank you. please give me some advice I want to know is it me or is it them? Should i just move on with my life? If so how do i navigate cutting my family off?

Blood tests appear fine, but I can't get my guardians to set me up with a primary care provider. Symptoms include constant chills to the point of not being able to walk, constant stomach pain, dropping and breaking things almost 24/7, and tripping to the point where I can barely get up out of bed and walk without being in pain from muscle weakness anymore. I take sleeping meds along with anxiety pills, but I don't know if they're enough anymore. . . . . . . . . . . . .
I've had labels thrown at me ranging from bipolar like my mother from a licensed psychologist to a schizophrenic who thinks they have ghosts in their bones by EMTs. They constantly ask how much caffeine I drink even though I only drink one cup a day (ranges in size). I would switch over to decaf in a heartbeat, but it's no longer sold on store shelves where I live and I'm stuck with what's available. I've tried to cut back on soda/kool-aid/etc. and mostly drink cold water from their dispenser to save money. I usually go for a sprite when I'm out at a restaurant. All my blood tests come back fine aside from Vitamin D and my stool looks completely normal. I do have the rounded gels for vitamin D, but I forget to take them.
I left my phone at therapy on accident so using this time to see if I can make sense of the outside world, but all it really does so far is prove the point of why I'm addicted to my phone in the first place. While everyone else aimlessly scrolls through TikTok, browsing actual social media like Twitter and Reddit is the only way to connect with the outside world in a small rural town with next to nothing but a trashed up Dollar General. I feel hopeless when it comes to everyday civil rights issues taking place around the world while I'm stuck with old boomers who pray for our demise.
It's not safe to get an apartment where I live because of all the drugged up deadbeats banging on people's windows and helping themselves to everyone else's spaces while the cops do nothing. I've also had all kinds of people come up to me and fantasize about wanting to kill my pets in front of me, so that's another thing I have to worry about as well. There's even been issues with people pulling out knives on each other, so even though I've bought pepper spray for myself I dont think it's enough to protect my entire living space from being pillaged. It might injure my pet if the perpetrator decides to aim for my pet first and I can't spray them in time.
Steel padlocks don't mean jack fucking shit when people can pick up a screwdriver from somewhere and unscrew the hinges off the door while I'm gone just like my sister's kids did to me growing up. Security cameras don't mean much either if all the meth heads are just gonna come back and rip through all the replacements without any consequences from the police whatsoever. Not only is it unsanitary and unsafe, but I wouldn't be able to find clothes that fit me without traveling out of state either. I would like to start walking again, but I'm scared of falling in the middle of a busy highway or tumbling into a ditch somewhere. Even then it wouldn't matter how much weight I lose due to cup size being controlled by horomones. The only reason I'm so concerned about my heart is because my mother's side of the family has heart issues really bad.
I do go to group therapy (CBT), but they've practically given up on the "mental health" aspect because it triggers all the other clients into not wanting to come anymore, with some being in even worse conditions than I am (CSA, domestic violence, etc). Whenever we try to provide reasonable explainations on how coping mechanisms can trigger volatile reactions out of other family members, we're constantly being invalidated and told that we're just choosing to be miserable. Everyone is always a stuck up about how family is so important and how we need to "love" them from a distance. However, I can't just go anywhere else for therapy because the only other psychologists they have for miles (ones at the facility) will literally raise their voice and scream at residents in front of everyone else if they don't get their way. I can't go to the other group therapy that the residents because some of them reek so bad to the point of giving me flashbacks of my parents' roach infested hoards.
Everyone gets onto my ass about leaving things on the table when I go use the restroom, but the truth is that I'm already tired of having my all shit stolen since I was 10 while everyone in my life sat around and told me to quit crying and bitching about everything. I do try to watch other residents and keep my personal items within arms reach, but I can't keep up when I can barely exit my bed and walk down the fucking halls just to eat. That's all on top of my parents consisting of three different hoarders and losing track of everything I bring over there (not to mention all the roaches, mice, and animal waste all over the floor).
I've gotten a lot more freedom since moving away from the cult, but everything I did to cope has practically gone out the fucking window due to thieves and lack of internet (they won't fix the damn router bc they dont know anything about tech). I used to have a Bluey box full of different characters from the show (ordered online ofc), but everything's so filthy that I can't really bring anything out besides toys or stuffed animals. I have an entire tote of books I've never even touched because the place is way too nasty to have them out and risk them getting ruined.
Whenever my belongings do go missing, I'm told to just suck it up and forget about it. I'm scared to fucking death end up with holes in them from being burnt or get mixed up with other women's clothes and get caught being worn them when they supposedly "know better" according to staff. I had a female resident at the religious group home scream and cry to the point that my entire fucking body weight against the damn door wasn't enough to stop her from barging into my bedroom and harass me for shit (that's after all the BS with my sister's kids for over a decade), so I'm not even gonna try to talk to anyone directly anymore.
If I told anyone in my family about my concerns, they would just get pissed and ramble on about how it's my choice to be there, how I need to stop bitching about everything not going my way, and that I should've just stayed at the religious group home. Therapists keep acting like it's all my fault in regards to my emotions, that I just need to work on myself and tell me there's nothing else they can do. Nothing fucking matters when everything on my broken ass tablet requires internet and my consoles are broken. Hell, I'd be having a blast with my 2DS XL if the thing didn't fall apart within the first month. All I really wanted it for was to emulate old PC games and hook it up to the TV. I figured that if I had all my games on one device with the bare minimum accessories needed to make it function, I wouldn't have to feel like a damn hoarder anymore.
I love the tiny library of games I have on my Wii, but my remote is absolutely dirty as fuck with roach poop and other crud. There's no way to clean it without literally soaking it in something. The console itself has all kinds of encrusted gunk on the side from where my hoarder father attached velcro to the side of it. Constant chills makes it practically impossible to sit up and play the games as well (I'm lucky just to be able to stand up anymore). My library is small enough that I'm willing to fuck around with gyroscopic controls for fun. It's not even the biggest priority to me anyway because there would be so many other games to play in the mean time.
I figured with the Steamdeck I could could prop it up against the bed or set it on a table use a controller with it if I reach a point to where I can't see the TV screen from my bed. I can't apply for a job at Walmart to pay for the thing myself because of my balance issues causing me to fall and the inability to grip anything (which would result in massive damages to inventory). I'm also worried about them taking all my earnings since my SSI check isn't enough to cover rent and I need state supplement. I thought about selling my art on Redbubble and save up that way, but my 2022 Samsung tablet that I got a few months ago glitches out when I try to draw stuff and crashes whenever I try to play certain games.
I can honestly forget about recieving one for Christmas/birthdays because for whatever reason, everyone has to have their way when it comes to gift giving and god fucking forbid you try to establish the most basic of boundaries or else you're nothing a spoiled bitch. It's one thing for the Steamdeck to be out of budget, and it's another to deliberately go against a person's wishes when it comes to simple shit like candy or soda when they obviously fucking know better. It doesn't help that everyone goes apeshit over the concept of making a "wishlist" like their life depends on it, only to hand me a sack full of random shit from the Dollar Tree and call it a day. It's also impossible to give it all away when nobody else wants it (I don't have transportation to Goodwill) and throwing away new items is a trigger for me.
I know the Steamdeck wouldn't really fix anything outside of the clutter issue and I probably shouldnt be getting one with my current impairments, but it would provide me with something to do outside of being on social media 24/7. Given the total squalor I grew up in as a child, I'd be genuinely happy with a lot of things outside of the Steamdeck if it weren't for my living situation literally preventing me from doing so:
_ toys
_ art
_ exercise bike
_ walking outside

• playing games on the 2DS again

All of these "coping" mechanisms would come back to me if I were able to move to a different area in my own setting where I don't have to constantly worry about pest infestations from the neighbors, getting evicted for no reason, and random strangers trying to kill me or my pets. I've looked everywhere for supported independence programs and absolutely all of them require a medical waiver with a waiting list of up to 10 years. I absolutely need these services for my own safety as a neglected autistic person to ensure that people aren't just gonna come out of the woodworks and try to assault me on my own property. If I move to a more stable area, I could finally get a decent job without having to worry about coworkers coming up to me and taking shit out of my hands for not knowing any better. I could finally have stuff to do outside of technology and be comfortable with my own surroundings.
Even if all of this is just anxiety, I'm still fucked over when in it comes to actual health issues like gingivitis (as confirmed by Aspen Dental) and getting my wisdom teeth removed due to the lack of a primary care physician. I've done everything I can to and they just won't do anything to get me in to see a doctor. I try to brush my teeth when I can but hurts too much to do so. I also feel overwhelmed with trying to organize everything as I keep getting way more brushes than I possibly need and people will not take no for an answer. I don't even know how to prepare for death anymore as I don't even have loved ones. The only people I've ever been given true contact with are my hoarder parents and mentally unstable sister and that's it; no friends or anything.
There's nothing I can really do to repeal the guardianship without taking everyone to court, which is impossible with my sister's busy schedule and unwillingness to work with anybody else. I only because it gives me something to do finally outside of being locked up all week until I go to a half-assed therapy session for three hours. However, they usually go straight home and aren't really willing to go anywhere that costs money aside from restaurants since we have next to no food at the house (even then it becomes unsafe to eat due to all the roaches and mice).
The bane of her existence is to scream about how much of a lazy ass I am despite turning my parents basement into a hoarded up shithole that's flooded out with animal waste to the point of attracting mice. I know her issues aren't my problem, but back in the day she'd come up behind me and pinch my sides to aggrivate me. She also threw pants/shoes/etc. at me while I was on the bed and even shoved me out of the way after accusing me of hiding something I wasn't supposed to have in the kitchen drawer (I was a legal adult at the time). I usually lay flat in bed to avoid confrontation, but ignoring her makes her volatile so I'm screwed either way. I'm pretty sure she's beating and starving her dogs as well, but nobody really gives a fuck. I've got too many of my own issues to even try worrying about them. She's known to be a neurotin junkie for years since moving in with my parents and was even caught smuggling Adderall at work while the cops didn't give a fuck and turned her loose the next day.
I would've called the cops only if there was another child still in the house, but can't do so otherwise because of the risk of charges being brought against me for slander and libel (APS labeled the case as unsubstantiated). I can't just go around risking all my freedom and housing over sick animals that would more than likely be euthanized anyway. Not that animal control would do anything to begin with, of course. I know it feels redundant to even go over there every weekend in those conditions, but I'm tired of being cooped up all day. I'm tired of not having access to a PC with internet and not being able to breathe due to all the secondhand smoke.
I have finally have regular access to food and meds at the facility, but I'm bored with nothing that makes me feel comfortable anymore. I used to walk around town because of my issues with knocking stuff off tables, bumping into everything, and tripping all the time. I used to play games on my tablet to get through the day, but the internet no longer works since switching it over to a new name and the staffare too lazy to just reset the router (everything is infested with ads). We do have bingo during the week, but most people only play for cigarettes and that's it. I can't hold any kind of conversation with anyone else because they'll just ramble on and on about random shit that happened thirty years ago. I used to play Fortnite and Warframe on my Switch Lite, but it broke after I dropped it and we don't have repair shops where I live. It would only hold charge from 45 minutes to an hour with half the games being broken anyway, so I don't even know if it's even worth saving at this point.
I can barely make use of group therapy (CBT) because of how cold I am and how much my stomach hurts. I try to sit outside when I'm not cold as there's nothing to really do around town anyway, but it's nothing more than cigarette butts and spit everywhere (along with rotten food that attracts flies). There's nothing the staff can really do to make the residents pick up after themselves and they can't ban smoking (even if other residents have health issues) because it's the only reason why anyone gets out of bed. The people where I live don't really believe in PTSD outside of veterans, let alone C-PTSD. The mere concept of it would go against everyone's idea that "family is everything, even if they do things we don't like". We barely have mental health services as it is so I'm basically screwed into staying where I'm at even though I live in fear of being punished. I'll see what I can do to get the medicine lady to up the hydroxozine a bit, but I don't know what else there is to even do beyond that point aside from huddling in bed and freezing 24/7 for the next decade until I'm approved for the waiver.

35f diagnosed with adhd at 23. Intrusive sleep since junior year of high school but only just now putting a name to it. Have had all the tests done- in high school they blamed it on sleep deprivation or suggested I was doing drugs. Slept through college. Would have slept through college round 2 if it weren’t for adderall thanks to adult adhd diagnosis. Can’t watch movies without falling asleep, get overwhelmingly tired after driving 30 minutes, where all I want to do is pull over and nap. But when I get to where I’m going I suddenly have energy. This is what happened at school too, I couldn’t wait to go home and take a nap, it was painful to stay awake, but then wasn’t tired anymore once I actually could sleep.
I’m wondering if anyone knows of any legit research on this or if anyone has been taken seriously by their doctor. I asked my adhd prescriber (NP) and she had no idea what I was talking about. I’m a school nurse and I see signs of intrusive sleep in a couple of my students - i would love to have more than just antecdotal evidence to try and help these kiddos. And I’d honestly love to not need adderall just to stay awake!

Copied my post from the anhedonia page-
Decided to try it for my anhedonia- both emotional and sexual. Zero positive emotion, lots of anxiety and stress. Zero motivation to do anything, no sex drive, no erections even with viagra and cialis. Had to fake smiling and fake a sense of humor. Likely cause:
Age 16-31, severe stimulant abuse 1) 1500 mg plus per day of caffeine 2) high use of preworkouts containing DMAA for 2-3 years 3) pseudoephedrine use- 50-100 mg per day for weeks on end every year 4) a three year long addiction to adderall, often as much as 120-150 mg a day for days at a time 5) 3-6 benzedrex inhalers a day for weeks.
Also severe synthetic THC product abuse at age 30-31. I was going through a looper XL vape pen every 7-10 days.
This ultimately lead to a manic/ schizo breakdown and 8 day psych ward stay. I promptly threw the antipsychotics out once I left the ward and was schizo for about 4 months. Thought everybody was An Angel or demon and that God/ Satan were talking to me in my head. Ultimately came out of that after four months, at which point I became so depressed, I was suicidal for two months before trying 9-me. I also did two weeks of BPC-157 prior to that with no noticeable changes. 400 mcg a day if I recall correctly.
Day 1-2. I noticed a slight improvement in my mood. Still completely “blah” but slightly more neutral “blah” instead of “blah, I want to ki** myself.” Surpisingly, I messed up on dosing and only took 1.5 mg instead of 15 for these two days. I was shocked that such a small dose had a noticeable impact but I was in a VERY bad place.
After feeling something positive and realizing how powerful this stuff is, I moved up to 5 mg per day instead of my intended 15. I noticed: Desire for suicide was gone within a week. Less negative thoughts, less anxiety, more energy (but not an amphetamine like energy), slightly more motivation (still not great though). I noticed less general fatigue and sleepiness. Less joint pain (strange), more restful sleep, more nocturnal erections (never ever had them unless lots of viagra or cialis in my system), and more vivid dreams.
I eventually worked up to 30 mg a day for 2-3 weeks. I feel like a readonably functioning human being again. I’m not talking to any women right now to be able to properly monitor my libido but I would encourage people to try it for porn-induced ED.
After 30 days of using 9-me, I’ve been tapering down. Back to 1 mg a day now and my overall mood and demeanor is still doing so much better. Do I feel completely normal? Not entirely. Do I feel like I have the libido of a teen again? Not really. Do I magically get hyped from an energy drink like when I first tried one? No. I did not notice any increased stimulant sensitivity. I also didn’t notice increased skin sensitivity but I’m a ginger so I’m already sensitive.
I’m not 100 percent mentally but I feel like it’s simply a matter of time and maybe one more 9-me-bc cycle. If you are on your last straw with life, please give this stuff a try before you do anything permanent.

Decided to try it for my anhedonia- both emotional and sexual. Zero positive emotion, lots of anxiety and stress. Zero motivation to do anything, no sex drive, no erections even with viagra and cialis. Had to fake smiling and fake a sense of humor. Likely cause:
Age 16-31, severe stimulant abuse 1) 1500 mg plus per day of caffeine 2) high use of preworkouts containing DMAA for 2-3 years 3) pseudoephedrine use- 50-100 mg per day for weeks on end every year 4) a three year long addiction to adderall, often as much as 120-150 mg a day for days at a time 5) 3-6 benzedrex inhalers a day for weeks.
Also severe synthetic THC product abuse at age 30-31. I was going through a looper XL vape pen every 7-10 days.
This ultimately lead to a manic/ schizo breakdown and 8 day psych ward stay. I promptly threw the antipsychotics out once I left the ward and was schizo for about 4 months. Thought everybody was An Angel or demon and that God/ Satan were talking to me in my head. Ultimately came out of that after four months, at which point I became so depressed, I was suicidal for two months before trying 9-me. I also did two weeks of BPC-157 prior to that with no noticeable changes. 400 mcg a day if I recall correctly.
Day 1-2. I noticed a slight improvement in my mood. Still completely “blah” but slightly more neutral “blah” instead of “blah, I want to ki** myself.” Surpisingly, I messed up on dosing and only took 1.5 mg instead of 15 for these two days. I was shocked that such a small dose had a noticeable impact but I was in a VERY bad place.
After feeling something positive and realizing how powerful this stuff is, I moved up to 5 mg per day instead of my intended 15. I noticed: Desire for suicide was gone within a week. Less negative thoughts, less anxiety, more energy (but not an amphetamine like energy), slightly more motivation (still not great though). I noticed less general fatigue and sleepiness. Less joint pain (strange), more restful sleep, more nocturnal erections (never ever had them unless lots of viagra or cialis in my system), and more vivid dreams.
I eventually worked up to 30 mg a day for 2-3 weeks. I feel like a readonably functioning human being again. I’m not talking to any women right now to be able to properly monitor my libido but I would encourage people to try it for porn-induced ED.
After 30 days of using 9-me, I’ve been tapering down. Back to 1 mg a day now and my overall mood and demeanor is still doing so much better. Do I feel completely normal? Not entirely. Do I feel like I have the libido of a teen again? Not really. Do I magically get hyped from an energy drink like when I first tried one? No. I did not notice any increased stimulant sensitivity. I also didn’t notice increased skin sensitivity but I’m a ginger so I’m already sensitive.
I’m not 100 percent mentally but I feel like it’s simply a matter of time and maybe one more 9-me-bc cycle. If you are on your last straw with life, please give this stuff a try before you do anything permanent.

I’ve been struggling with my mental health for years. I’ve been told since the age of sixteen that it’s just anxiety and depression.
In my late twenties, I ended up in the hospital against my will for suicidal ideations. No plan or timeline, but my sister decided it was best for me. It was one of the worst experiences of my life.
Now at thirty, I finally got someone to listen to me but after I tried so many different pills, some that made me overweight (making my depression worse), some that made my thoughts worse, some that made me sleep all day long, some that made me feel nothing at all, and even one that my previous psychiatrist suggested when she thought I was bipolar. The most recent psychiatrist listened to what I had to say and told me it’s ADHD after five minutes of hearing me out. I started Adderall, and I got off Lamictal.
Today, I am a few months away from being thirty-one. I have hardly any friends. A friend group I thought I was a part of no longer speaks to me after a poly breakup. I don’t love my job anymore. I worked my ass off on Friday, five hours past my scheduled time, to work on a project because I never have time to do anything at work anymore. Even when I take extra time out of my personal life to work, I still end up being behind somehow. My partner is a wonderful person, but I am such a mess that I know I’m weighing him down. I feel like no matter what I do, I can’t solve any of the problems in my life.
A glimmer of happiness showed up in my life when I worked my ass off to get a role in a musical production that I really wanted. I beat everyone out for the part in a place I’ve never done a show. I went in super prepared, and I go to rehearsal like I’m supposed to, yet I’ve already made enemies for no fucking reason other than just being myself. Myself apparently just sucks.
I go to therapy once a week. I still take my meds. I sleep as much as I can. I can’t talk to my family about my mental health because, as you read, I end up in the hospital against my will, rather than getting any actual support. I’m at the point now where it feels like everyone would be better off without me because I’m trying so hard to fix myself but never can, so I’m just ruining everyone else’s life by existing. I just want to figure out what’s wrong with me and fix it before it’s too fucking late.

I’m in a predicament
My doctor prescribed me Adderall to help me with binge eating and aid me in weight loss
Me and my dad have the same doctor
I use it as directed on the bottle with the except of Saturday because that’s my day of rest I don’t workout I treat my self a lil bit
With diet and exercise so far I’ve lost 30lbs since January
Good things
Now my last check up the doc offered to up the dosage if needed. I told him I’d think about it
Now my dad, and I love him dearly I feel for him but the dude is very depressed, like he’s told me about his childhood a lot of abuse and he uses substances to cope.
He was given whisky at age 8 after his nana died
His main one is alcohol which to be fair he’s gotten way better he goes into work on Mondays there’s not 40 beer cans on the coffee table when I visit him.
He doesn’t drink till after lunch.
his other big problem is his sleep
He says he can’t sleep because his brain won’t quiet down.
I get it.
He can’t get his own prescription cause in our state it’s illegal with his heart condition
To sleep he takes Xanax but sometimes he just fucking blacks out doesn’t remember anything
He’s also a pot head both of my parents are
My mom definitely is able to limit herself way better than he can
Now here’s my issue basically I’m taking up the offer of my doctor to up my dosage and I’m also gonna pick up my normal dose and give that to him
The reason for that and the reason I agreed is that
Couple of years ago my Dad borrowed money from me to so he can get his legal weed card
Hunky dory he paid me back.
A week later I visited and he was in shock and I was like what was wrong
He told me he nearly got shot and arrested
Basically he went to this shitty part of town to buy a specific type of weed and the guy he was buying it from used him and his car to do some drop offs and they there stalked by the cops and this guy had a gun on him.
The woman he normally swaps Xanax for Adderall isn’t going to take it any more
So at work we took a break and talked it out.
My logic is look this fucking sucks but I rather try this then him risk getting arrested or shot.
Cause he’s gonna try if I don’t.
Now my victory was that I agreed to do it only if he finally grows up and go to the fucking sleep center get a sleep study done.
I feel bad I feel like I’m enabling him but also I don’t want him to risk getting involved with shitty people. I’ve tried getting him into therapy I’ve offered to go with him to AA meetings and stuff like that.

I've seen a lot of people ask about any positive experiences with Q. here's a detailed post from a year ago from my previous account with one of those automated usernames
OP: https://www.reddit.com/qelbree/comments/13ej5ck/qelbree_diary_woo/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
[copy pasted here too]
Yes, I am writing this at 4am bc of qelbree insomnia
context: 30F, combined type ADHD + bipolar 2. currently on a gap year career wise in the medical field, which made it easier to deal with side effects. Have tried adderall (increased irritability, barely helped with focus, stopped after a month). Ritalin, guanfacine, clonidine, and strattera did nothing, but I also had no side effects.
slowly titrated up because I'm pretty sensitive to new medications. On 400mg and moving to 500mg today, the positives are definitely worth it. Waited until the side effects calmed down before titrating up each time. also switching mood stabilizers throughout this ordeal.
Update: on day 4 of 500mg and just really angry, so staying on 400mg
-dry mouth finally significantly better 4 months later (june) -insomnia still sucks, started taking Doxepin for sleep due to potential interactions with other medications I take. Started at 10mg (less than starting dose), moved up to 20 pretty quick, and now that's starting to not be very effective unless im deadddd tired so will probably move to 30 sometime soon.
Qelbree 100mg/ February:

• so much nausea. Dear God. wish I knew to take it with meals!
• dehydration even though I drink so much water??

- gatorade is your best friend.

• insomnia wasn't much of an issue
• fatigue lasted about 2 weeks? exhausting but you'll get through it
• increased irritability the first 2 weeks

-loss of appetite
200mg/ March

• increased irritability for 10-14 days after increasing dose. clonidine and guanfacine are used for kids, mostly for impulsivity and hyperactive kids, and they're preferred over stimulants for them. no studies of it showing changes in adults. psych said don't bother adding it but i've read it helps some people on here. didn't help me when i gave it a go 5 years ago
• insomnia kicked in mid-March. awake roughly 2-7am. Even if I took 10mg melatonin vs 5mg it had the same effect.
• didn;t see much of an improvement, like maybe 10%
• no more nausea, fatigue, but dry mouth started.

- yes libido increased too lol
-loss of appetite continues, lost 10lb in total. Had to look up eating/food strategies people on stimulants use because I was getting lightheaded from eating very little from not recognizing hunger cues
300mg/ April

• increased irritability for 10-14 days after increasing dose.
• insomnia still kicking my butt. I wake up exactly 2 hours after falling asleep, generally 2:30-7:30am I'm awake. and so focused it's so strange. I sleep maybe 5 hours daily? previously would've never survived on that.
• vivid dreams started
• dry mouth still an issue- tried xylitol mints which help for a bit

- learned to always eat Qelbree with food! high protein/low fat encouraged. don't think my dr knows this

• seeing real improvement, excited for 400mg

400mg/ April 28- May 10

• increased irritability for 3-5 days after increasing dose, but went away really quickly
• the vivid dreams are to the point where sometimes idk if I'm sleeping or awake
• insomnia has started to calm down after 2 weeks of 400mg and split dosing. Initially still got up 2 hours after going to sleep, but now I sometimes get a solid 4-5 hours of sleep and it is life changing
• dry mouth is intense. I use biotene toothpaste, doesn't help much. Xylitol mints are a quick fix. the biotene mouthwash does actually work for a few hours! dunno how you'd incorporate that into your work day though without being noticeable :/

- split dosing: 200mg at 10:30am and 200mg anytime between 2pm-6pm. with food. Has helped, still tweaking it

• iMPROVEMENTS ARE NOTICEABLE!!!! easier to start tasks, switch from one task to another, feeling more motivated after months of burnout and the qelbree irritability + insomnia package. It's only been a week or two but man the last few months of side effects were worth it. I feel like my brain is possibly functioning to the potential it has.

i can prioritize things properly for the first time in my life. it's actually mind blowing.

• sometimes the go go go/running on a motor energy has me thinking maybe this is anxiety increasing? Sort of having a hard time "relaxing" between tasks but ive never really known how to relax without losing All focus so idk
• tea/coffee normally makes me sleepy, recently tea has been making me even sleepier and the new studies about qelbree and caffeine metabolism are worth looking into

I'll be moving to 500mg today (the highest my psych has prescribed, said 600mg is only if your weight is ++) mostly because I want to get all the side effects out of the way before starting work again. A lot of my job requires Maximum Executive Function which i obvs don't have, so this medication has given me hope that I won't be eaten up (again) for messing up patient lists and missing orders. I also want to up to 500mg in order to deal with the stress and insane ADHD challenges of my job, so hopefully this works out. Hopefully insomnia, vivid dreams, and dry mouth go away??
TLDR lots of side effects for months but totally worth it because my brain doesn't feel so broken woo. Hope this helps someone!
1 year 3 months after starting qelbree the difference is night and day, I can actually function and DO THINGS without being 500% exhausted.
-Still on 400mg. Take it at night (w/o food even!) bc I get this weird reaction if I have caffeine within ~45mins of taking it. I get dizzy and fall asleep immediately for half an hour, but caffeine in general makes me sleepy and Q apparently exaggerates the effect it has on you. So checks out.
-side effects: dry mouth isn't bad, just use the mouthwash in the morning. insomnia still there, have to take doxepin 30mg or can't sleep. I eat less, probs I'm using less brain power on small things.

I’m constantly in this state of thinking my tolerance to Adderall is building quickly. I take days off for when I don’t want to be as stimulated, but after a few days of continuous use I start to feel like it’s “wearing off” way quicker and I’m not feeling the focus and motivating effects it gives me.
But I’ve noticed lately if I get exercise of any sort that’s longer than a couple minutes (running is great also obviously) through a long walk “20 mins or longer”, when I get my blood flowing I start to feel the effects set in again and I can go back to trying to be productive.
It’s not always practical but I’m trying to prioritize a 20 minute or longer walk every few hours in the day and I’m noticing it helping extend the effects of my meds throughout the day.
No clue if there’s any science behind this, it may all be in my head but I figured I’d share because it’s really helping me not cave and take more than my prescribed dose which is obviously not advisible in any way.
Exercise is obviously great for the body and mind as is, but for anyone else like me who is struggling with feeling like their Adderall is quickly wearing off, this has helped me a ton!
Oh and drink a lot of water all throughout the day. And proper sleep, without it I honestly might as well not even take my meds.

so i'm like 70% sure i'm either autistic or have ocd. there's a lot of stuff thats been bothering me over the years but i never felt like actually crippled by it but now, in college, i'm completely overwhelmed. i barely comprehend what i read even though i've always been really good at understanding and communicating in english. critical reading analysis is just impossible and it's a really important skill to have in what my parents want me to do in the future. i can't bring myself to focus on my studies and get too fixated on media i'm interested in to the point that i sleep maybe 4 hours a day on average. i'm tired all the time and talking with friends is energizing but then i crash and am unable to do anything else.
the problem is i don't think mentioning all this would get me a proper diagnosis (psychologists here are very... um). maybe i'd get diagnosed for depression? not sure. i've spoken about this with my mother (back then i thought i had adhd) but she didn't think it was a big issue as i was always kind of a gifted kid??? she thought becoming more disciplined would help me but discipline is probably the last thing i can manage lol.
so if i do manage to get a diagnosis (might be autism or any other nd disorder, not sure) what exactly would i get out of it? how would it help me? if i get some medication for focus like adderall it'd probably make things easier but apart from that?

Just like the title says, im (20f) in a relationship with someone who constantly fluctuates between finding god + getting healthy and nightly drug use (Molly, weed, adderall, etc) I've helped him through many stints of addiction in the 9mos of our relationship and this time i'm struggling to find empathy for him. He isn't awful to me when hes on drugs, but he isn't all there and he sleeps til 5pm regularly because he has stayed up all night. For reference, I used to dabble in these things, but gave them up to pursue a healthy lifestyle; he decided to (and succeeded in) getting healthy with me. Until he relapsed. I've been seeing him less and feel like our quality time has diminished. I can't help but be very disappointed in him and I cant find it in myself to support him through any more addictive cycles. I love him, but im exhaused. Advice?

Edit: Thank you guys so much for the advice/insight!! From what I've gathered, it's a matter of trial/error and experimenting with what works. I sort of just assumed it was as simple as "Oh take/smoke this" like how otc meds are advised, so the detail/perspectives are super helpful!! I'll definitely start leaning towards this direction.
Long story short, I'm still trying to figure out what's going on. My physical therapist is confident the pain I've been feeling from my pelvis down to my legs is statica nerve pain (despite my pt being confident it was hamstrings). I haven't been sleeping well and getting daily migraines + dizziness. Pt prescribed me trazadone.
I'm taking 5 medications total – 10mg lexapro, 30mg adderall XR, 10mg adderall ir (adhd), northindrone, and 50mg trazadone. I've been alternating between acetaminophen and NSAIDs for the past 2 months as my pain progresses. Pain in pelvis, chronic constipation, leg pain flare ups, period issues etc. Sister thinks it's endo (she has it) but I don't see my new gyno til July.
Onto the title – I've heard weed can possibly help with pain. I've always been scared of smoking and doing any type of drugs/alcohol that's not prescribed... But I think I'm starting to get more afraid of the long-term damage I could do to my body by continuing to take otc meds that don't even help half the time. Sure, 1k MG acetaminophen a day for a week won't hurt – but long term? Paired with 2 naproxen??
Are there any resources for people like me who know absolutely nothing about weed, but are inclined to try it for just some relief? I work and am a student, the pain and discomfort has gotten to the point where I cannot function most days. I have a high stress job on top of that. My older sister does CBD to help with her pain and says I should at least consider it, since she has tons of issues and it's the only thing that helps.
I'm 21, but I've been pretty much avoiding these topics due to strict religious upbringing. But I'm so tired. It's gotten to the point where I'm beginning to get depressed again.

Started lexapro in December 2022. Diagnosed with IH with long sleep in June 2023 after MSLT, at-home sleep test, blood tests, etc.
In the autumn/winter of 2022 (unfortunately exact timing for the symptoms is foggy) I began experiencing extreme fatigue. I was napping upwards of 4-5 times a day for usually 1-3 hours per nap, and able to sleep 14+ hours on weekend. After stressful events, I would need a nap. I even napped in public on occasion. If I didn’t nap, I’d get bad headaches and often get chills or experience severe brain fog.
I started pursuing an answer, which ultimately led to an MSLT. My doctor didn’t tell me to stop taking lexapro for the MSLT, so I’m anxious that maybe my diagnosis/fatigue is all just from the lexapro. I’m currently tapering off lexapro and can’t tell if I’m less tired or if the prescription just added for my IH (adderall) is just doing its job. I was on modafinil before to little effect.
Does anyone else have experiences with or like this? I don’t know if lexapro fatigue could be this severe. Should I pursue another MSLT?

I’m struggling with severe anxiety, energy loss, fatigue and brain fog lately and posting this here in a desperate plea for help because I’m unsure of what else I can do.
I am 39, was diagnosed with adhd and GAD two years ago when I suddenly started losing motivation to keep up the house.
Since then I suspect I may have a smidgen of autism / pmdd too, but not sure.
Over the past two years I’ve been in therapy to help me vent and work through past trauma, tried two antidepressants - with horrible results, been off and on adderall, tracked my cycle to see if pmdd is also a factor here, tried cbd/thc products, had some crazy arguments with my husband about sharing the household workload, had some parenting moments that I’m not proud of, tried to get part time work, I had it until we moved cities because of my husbands work, and now started vit d, b12 and magnesium supplements.
I am still doing most of my parenting stuff albeit barely. My husband and I have much better communication now but I am still dragging my feet. I try and get at least 30 minutes of a brisk walk as exercise and some occasional stretching. But I feel so tired and unmotivated all the time.
Feeling like I want to escape - just worry about only myself for a few days. And not have to worry about survival! I feel so horribly guilty for feeling this way.
I’m also so tired of not sleeping the whole night. I go to bed around 1030/ 11 most nights but will inadvertent be up at 4/430 and can’t go back to sleep. And that’s on good days.
Currently, my stress is super high because my mother is currently gravely ill - immobile and bed bound after a stroke. I live in the US, she lives in UAE.
We have had a troubled relationship especially after my diagnosis and the anticipatory grief and loss of this relationship is immense for me. I have absolutely no idea how to process grief (granted that I am only in the Very initial phases of accepting that I have a breadth of emotions).
The uncertainty of whether she’s going to get better, along with the fact that I have not been able to get a job (I’ve come close a few times but then never joined becaus anxiety) - it’s driving me nuts. Have a constantly overwhelmed feeling.
During my luteal phase of the cycle, the pain and exhaustion makes me want to not even try. If it wasn’t for adderall, I’d probably not be able to get out of bed either. However even at low doses I suspect my anxiety gets worse on adderall.
I absolutely cannot relax, even when I try because it feels like I’m gonna stay in this rut forever. (The intrusive thought train is forever running).
I do have hobbies, took up a new one too recently. But i usually force myself to show up.
I’ve been curious if I have pmdd,and should go on bHrt but I’m awfully scared.
My mom is hypertensive and I have a heavy genetic history of both heart disease and diabetes in the family, so I know that anxiety and depression is something that runs in the family. I’m also so afraid that I can’t escape the genetics no matter what I do. The anxiety!!!
Trying to just fight this battle with my brain all day instead of actually living my life has me so tired. I’m not sure what else I can do. Just need some relief from the constant spiraling.
TLDR: anxiety is ruining my life and my brain. Help.

Looking to hear people’s experience with switching from Adderall to a non-stimulant option. Wondering if going from an amphetamine to non-stimulant is going to make me sleeping beauty and I won’t wake up for the next few weeks due to lack of (synthetic) energy. Same energy levels? Better sleep? Better focus? Less side effects?
Context: been on 30mg XRs + 20mg IRs for a few years. XRs are to get my day going (7am) but my energy plummets around 1pm and I like to go to the gym after work so I needed IRs to take me back up the roller coaster. I’ve had horrible sleep for as long as I can remember.