Hey sheabay.
I completely empathize with your situation. I started taking adderall b/c of crazy stress and pressure at my school (im at nyu biz school). I felt different from all these other kids who wanted to be there and learn about business and I felt stupif every single day and suffered horribly my first 3 yrs b/c of this inadequacy. I would find any reason to not do my work, even dumb reasons like sorting old papers or reading old birthday cards. I would cry and hate myself and wake up every morning with a feeling of dread and shame. I went from a 3.85 gpa my first semester to a 2.8 at the end of junior year. Why me? Why can't I just sit myself down, open my textbook, and do my work like everyone else?
I realized I had a serious problem of motivation and the more research I did on add the more the symptoms sounded like me. But I had come this far so I had to suck it up and get the damn diploma b/c it was the only thing I had to show for myself, even though I won't be proud or happy when I get it. So this year I decided to do something about it. (i am not mentioning all the other insane problems and stresses I have b/c it would take too long, but school wasn't the only thing).
The first day of school my cousin offered me a little blue pill and said it was called adderall. She said it was an easy pass to motivate yourself to study. I popped it and ten minutes later- whoooooosh!!!! I was dying to read- it was amazing. I began pulling all-nighters pretty much every night before class and sleeping during the days I didn't have school. I felt so proud of myself, I could finally keep up with the other kids. I stopped dreading school so much- I still hated it, but I didn't feel so much like a loser. But that changed fast.
Soon the 10mgs weren't cutting it- even 3 a night couldnt keep me up. I started taking 20 xrs when I could get a hold of them. Then I began getting irritated and tired. I couldnt even imagine taking the subway into school b/c of all the people and pressure...I wanted privacy, I needed space, I felt ugly and jaded. I began losing weight without noticing. My friends kept asking me if I was sick, but I had no idea what they meant- I still looked the same in the mirror. After about two months on addy I had lost 20 lbs. I realized I was forgetting to eat. I was always used to being slightly overweight so I didn't even notice myself getting smaller until none of my clothes fit and I had to borrow my 11 yr old sister's jeans. A 21 yr old senior in college wearing an 11 yr old's clothes.
Then came the fiegning. If there was a day I couldn't buy adderall from a dealer or a friend, I would turn into a maniac. I would cry them scream then punch pillows, I lost it. It was all I could think about and all I could talk about. I didn't care about anything anymore except getting it. I didnt care how much it would cost or how far I had to drive- I felt like I would die without it. I didn't want to go to a doctor and get prescribed b/c I am under my father's insurance plan and I would have rather died than disappoint him like this. So I suffered like a street junkie, day to day...Trying to score addy then run home and study. Thats all I wanted- me and my addy and my books.
When I couldnt get the adderoll I would snort coke. I wasn't crazy about it, I just wanted my pills, but I had to stay awake and study. The crashing and the nosebleeds were incidental- it became a need to put a substance of some sort in my body. It had to be an upper- caffiene pills no longer worked, so I bought strong diet pills that were supposed to have similar effects to addy...But they only made me sick. I had no weight to lose.
Next the anxiety hit. I could handle the mood swings, the loss of interest in everything and everyone else, the insomnia, the anorexia- but not the anxiety. It wasn't the "weed" kind of anxiety. I couldn't explain it, it came out of nowhere and for a minute I was absolutely consumed in fear.
It would not only hit when the addy was fading, but also the next day after an all-nighter. I was paranoid and scared- of nothing.
This week has been my lowest point. I realized and admitted that I was officially depressed. I had no adderall. I had finished my supply of 15 pills (10mgs) in 2 days. The first two days clean my appetite skyrocketed and I shoveled food in my mouth and then made myself puke it up, partly because my stomach literally couldn't handle it, but mostly b/c I was petrified of gaining back the weight.
The next day I had to do work and suppress that appetite, so I snorted coke. I snorted right through thanksgiving and crashed worse than ever before. Friday I ate a ton of diet pills to keep my appetite down, then went out at night, drank a bottle of wine and puked into yesterday morning. Mybody was convulsing, the anxiety was horrendous, and I didn't know who to turn to.
Yesterday I woke up on the couch and did not move for 12 hours. I watched tv and sobbed. I felt pathetic and stupid and angry at myself. I felt more inadequate and more like a loser than ever. Because I lost the last inkling of strength and character I had. My best friend called me and we cried on the phone together for 3 hours. When my cousin called and said she had a present for me (8 addies) that was when I was able to lift myself from the couch. I felt safer. I waited for her to bring them anxiously.
Then my other friend came over and got me in contact with the nyu counseling service. Even though I am embarassed to go and break down in front of a total stranger- I think I need that. I need to look foward to that. Even though I am on adderall right now, I feel like I have a plan. I have a way out.
Sheabay: I may not have all the extreme side effects you experience, but I really understand how hard it is and no one can say "why cant u just do it? You're not stupid! Just make yourself." no one will ever understand how hopeless and tiring and lonely it is until they experience it. For someone with add, it is a curse with or without the addy. Either way we feel out of control and pathetic and stupid and different. But its ok. Because I have hope left that I will be ok, and that you will be ok. You can quit. You can quit cold turkey. So ok, so maybe you'll have withdrawl for a week...Maybe you'll cry and scream and zombie out- but it will pass. It will pass b/c it has to. If a heroin junkie can quit cold turkey so can you and so can i. Wait for winter break...Give yourself time to detox. I am here if you want to talk. Don't you dare give up on yourself. Think of your parents. Think of your future family. Don't you want to be healthy for your kids? Its never late. Never.
Good luck,
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