If anyone has gone through this or is going through it now, please give me some feedback (sorry its so long, but I needed to explain everything and maybe it can help someone else- so if you don't want to read the entire message, my main question is in caps at the very end):
i go to nyu business school and its really demanding, particularly because I hate it and have no interest in business. I constantly feel inadequate and different from everyone in my classes and this makes me not want to get up in the morning. Its my last year now, and lately I have been terrified of where I will be after graduation. It hit me that the only reason I had been sticking it out was to please my father who loves me insanely and wants whats best for me (he lives in chicago and doesn't really know or understand what I have been going through, partially b/c I hide things from him but mostly b/c he is such a strong person that he can't understand how depressed and lonely and unmotivated I feel), and I am so scared of disappointing him, especially considering how I have been coping with the pressure recently.
For the past two years I have let my grades slip drastically and I didn't know why. I knew I hated my classes but I had been able to stay motivated in high school, so I didn't realize what was happening- I thought I was lazy. I would stare at my textbooks for hours and cry and worry but I could not bring myself to read them. So I would busy myself with anything else - tv, talking on the phone, writing, drawing, going out like a maniac, joining extracurricular activities- anything to avoid studying. Then I learned about add and how adderall was a "magic pill", so when this semester started I got a few pills from my cousin and could not believe how incredible I felt and how it made me want to do my work. So I began taking them on an almost daily basis to study. I would take them mainly at night so I could be completely alone and concentrate and I was able to do all my work on time which made going to class not so terrible.
Then I got my first test back, in a class I worked my ass off in and never skipped, and I got one of the lowest grades in the class. That was the first time I had a nervous breakdown, because I actually did everything I could and was trying with everything I had but it wasn't enough- I wasn't enough. But I knew that this diploma was the only thing I really had to show for myself and I couldnt give up. So I increased my dosage.
Simultaneously I was dealing with an immense amount of other stress: incredibly painful break-up with my bf, my unstable relationship with my mother (who is a very selfish person and whose chronic infidelity caused two divorces and who is now dating a married man and living off of him, which is also screwing up my little half-sister), a little cousin who is a drug addict hitting rock bottom (and whom I feel obligated to take care of b/c her rich parents are never there and don't know how to parent at all), crazy debt, being president of two student organizations that take up a lot of time, and the realization that I have no idea what to do with my life.
So, with all this happening at once, I guess I crumbled under the pressure without even realizing it. I began to feel weak and drained, and did not even notice the weight I was losing. I went from 152 lbs to 110 (but only 20 lbs was from the adderall, the rest was from atkins over the summer). It gave me pleasure to see the numbers dropping, and still does, but I don't see in the mirror what everyone else sees. My friends are all worried sick about me and say I got way too thin, but I feel i'm still overweight (even though the ideal weight for my height is b/w 115-120 lbs). I have gotten to the point where I couldn't even look in the mirror I was so disgusted and ashamed of how ugly I am, and no matter how many people tell me I was beautiful and thin I can't even listen to it.
Aside from the drastic weight loss I have a chronically fast heart beat (which is dangerous for me b/c I have a weak heart from all my dieting and stress, and faint from time to time), terrible irritability and mood swings, loss of interest in seeing my friends or going out lilke I used to, and total emotional instability- guilt, shame, self-hatred, worthlessness, the whole nine yards. I no longer enjoy the clubs I am president of even though they used to give me a sense of purpose. The worst side effect is probably the terrible anxiety I can't seem to shake. I have waves of panic that randomly come over me, sometimes so strong that I cry. I get scared of nothing all the sudden and I don't know how to control it.
My other recent habits have expanded to smoking at least a pack a day(i'm 21 now, but never touched a cigarette until a year ago when I was so upset I couldnt think of anything else), occasional cocaine use (when I can't get addy or when i'm going out, which is rare now), and a series of one night stands, not many but more than usual (although I have no faith in men anymore and no interest in sex and do it mechanically).
My every day begins and ends with one concern: how can I get more adderall? I am afraid to get perscribed b/c I am under my dad's insurance and I can't have him knowing, so I buy from dealers or people I know. When I can't get it I break down mentally, emotionally, and physically. I fiegn so badly I turn my body into a garbage disposal stuffing it with any kind of upper I can get my hands on- phentremene (a strong diet pill that I heard has an effect similar to addy and is only prescribed to obese ppl so I bought it online by lying about my weight), caffiene pills, zantrex (another strong diet pill), coke, etc etc. I have spent crazy money buying pills, and I will pay anything to anyone and go anywhere just to get one pill.
I never thought I was an addictive person. I always thought I had great willpower because I used to be really squeaky clean and was always able to lose weight whenever I set my mind to it (i have been struggling with weight issues since I was 10), but now I realize that I have always been addictive and extreme- addicted to controlling my body even through starvation, addicted to being anal because it meant I had myself under control, addicted to my ex-boyfriend who did nothing but hurt me (and I still am), and the list goes on. I used to think my past problem with alcohol was me "having a good time" until I realized I was drinking vodka alone at home. I thought me smoking weed every day over the summer was because I was bored, but I finally understood it helped me numb myself to the pain of my crumbling relationship (the only good things about addy is it helped me stay away from weed and alcohol). And now I am addicted to adderall (i finally admitted it a couple days ago), or more percisely, the feeling of controlling my mind and my weight- but it has made me spin completely out of control. I refuse to trust almsot anyone, and I am terrified of gaining weight (so I sometimes throw up intentionally if I do eat something I consider a lot - which isn't much). I am sabatoging relationships with certain friends I don't have the energy for anymore. I am always tired, I am always depressed, and I am always horribly lonely.
I have people who love me- I have my father and my half-sister and wonderful friends, but today was the first day I was able to open myself up completely to my best friend who lives back in chicago. I hadn't been able to get addy for a week (i finally got some tonight but it doesn't seem to be kicking in too well) so I was crashing horribly and took so much phentremine I couldn't get out of bed this morning. I layed in the same position and watched tv for 12 hours and cried. When I broke down to my friend on the phone she stared crying too because she is going through a similar situation, so that helped a little- to finally get it out. One of my other friends noticed I didnt sound well so she came over to my house and talked to me. She suggested I go to a school counselor and talk to them. I am going to go tomorrow, but I am so embarassed and scared. The first thought through my mind was - maybe the psychiatrist at school can prescribe me adderall...But then I realized that would mean I can't talk about my addiction with him/her which is what I should be doing.
I feel utterly stuck. I don't know what to do with myself anymore, and I am hoping that when I leave to chicago for winter break that I will be able to detox but I am seriously starting to doubt it. I never thought I would be in this situation- I was always so decisive and convinced in things...Now I can't even make a simple decision, not to mention one about my future.
I want to stress that I take full responsibility for my addiction, regardless of the crazy stress in my life. There are people without family, without friends, who come from abusive, inhumane conditions, who have all odds against them, yet gather the will and strength to become incredible, successful people without turning to drugs or any other easy ways out. I don"t blame anyone. I probably do have add, but I went about it the wrong way. I know people who are prescribed to adderall and don't exceed or abuse their prescriptions and truly benefit from this medicine, and I should have gone to a doctor and gotten advice from the beginning of all this. I wish I could turn back time, I wish I could start over and make different choices, but regret is useless. I am trying to muster some hope that I will be able to recover from this nightmare soon. How ironic, that something that can make you feel so high ends up making you feel so low. I just want to warn anyone considering this pill to please please please seek professional advice- and preferably from more than one source, because some doctors like to hand it out like candy.
So my main question is: does adderall abuse cause depression, or does depression lead to adderall abuse???
P.S.: I want to thank everyone who took the time to read and/or answer this post- it's nice to feel you have people who can relate.