I cried when I found and read this forum for a few reasons. First of all, I started to think I was going crazy about my Adderall side effects! Everyone told me that I was imagining things, but now I know that it wasn't all in my head. Secondly, I realized that they aren't to blame for their ignorance! I am. My doctors and friends have been fed so many lies by me, that they can't see the warning signs right in front of their faces... I'm addicted to Adderall...
I can't believe this. The FIRST question that I asked my doctor when she prescribed Adderall to me was, "I heard that it can be addictive, is it?" WHY CAN'T I GO BACK IN TIME AND JUST SAY YES IT IS! DON'T DO IT! I guess the real problem is that I don't even know if I would go back and stop myself. All that I know right now is that I need someone's help very badly.
My story is very complicated and strange, which does not make matters any easier. Overall, everything is a catch-22. I'm not even sure what my main problem is anymore or which problem causes the other. I've shown obvious signs of ADD from a young age. My mom and my sister are both alcoholics (they had 5 DUI's between them). My mom showing up at my private school drunk a few years ago, caused the school to give me a psych evaluation.
The only reason that I got to attend such an expensive school was due to my scholarships. I was an honors student, broke school records in volleyball, gatorade player of the year, all-state, all-county, voted most popular, etc. whatever.. and for YEARS I managed to hide the fact that I lived in the poor section of town with my alcoholic mom, party-girl sister, and cockroaches. I told the psychologist anything that I could just so that she would leave me alone. She said that I definitely show signs of anxiety disorder. I ignored her, because I was scared that she would make me go on medication.
I switched schools after moving. Within the first few months I was having major academic problems. I already knew that I couldn't focus and I was disorganized, but I always managed to get by. They did kick me out of honors after my grades dropped, but my success in volleyball didn't let them ever fail me. Every time I went to class, I had a new problem! Either I forgot my book, an assignment or something else that everyone seemed to remember. Whenever I would hand in my work, I would get the best grade in the class.. minus point for handing my work in late. Then for the first time, I couldn't finish an essay during one all-nighter. Normally, this made me skip class to buy myself time, but my attendance was too bad for this option. I went to class and completely had a panic attack (crying, red, sweating, the whole nine yards). The professor forced me to go to our counselor. She diagnosed me with anxiety and depression. I ignored her, because I did not want anyone to give me medication. My depression got severe, and I developed an eating disorder for a year. I got into a great college.. again thanks to volleyball.
*first two years of college: I struggled, did very poorly, and quit volleyball. I gained any lost weight back and more. Then, I lost it severely. My mom's drinking got worse. She'd escape hospitals to go drink, she had she second DUI, and lost her newest month-long job, etc. My sister had her second DUI, and was still partying everyday. I realized how co-dependent I was and knew I was enabling them to drink, but I couldn't stop. At this point, I never even used tylenol or advil once in my life! I was so scared of becoming addicted to a substance, like my mom and sister. One day when my mom hit me for the first time, I began smoking cigarettes. I planned on getting addicted.. how stupid am I? I was all alone, hiding this entire portion of my life from all of my friends and hard-working Dad. My sister and my mom, the two people who would understand, were lost in a sea of alcohol. At my breaking point, I had no other choice. I went to a psychiatrist, got diagnosed with depression, and was taking Zoloft. Zoloft worked in making me happy for about two weeks, but I still couldn't finish ANY of my homework. Everyone, including my psychiatrist, were always mad and frustrated with me. My psychiatrist told me I could not come back to him anymore, because I was late too many times and missed too many appointments. My zoloft ran out, I thought I'd be fine.
Finally, this past May, I had an in-depth psychological evaluation. I scored off the charts for ADD, but that couldn't be possible. I had anxiety and depression, didn't I? She put me on Adderall, and my whole life changed in a flash. I sat in the library for hours catching up on all of my lost work. I finally was organized in my dorm, schoolwork, and social life. I was given 10 MG of Adderall XR to take in the morning and Amphetamine Salts (10MG) to take in the evening.. as needed. The first month was Heaven! I did all of my work, and I was researching ADD self-help tips. I even got a psychologist to help me work with my ADD. My sister had her third DUI and was facing possible jail time. My mom started drinking worse then EVER, and that is extreme for me to say. My sister got out of going to jail, but is currently in rehab. My mom is on the brink of death, and refuses to get help. Little by little, everything started piling up. All of the sudden I noticed that I would run out of my 30-day "take as needed" evening medications. I am losing my hair. I lost weight. I've been taking multi-vitamins, and I have been trying to force myself to eat. I cry a few times a day. I rarely sleep, or I'll sleep 12 hours.
This is the most stressful time in my life, because everything is at it's breaking point. My sister, my best friend, is truly an alcoholic. She is in rehab. My mom is going to die very soon. I stay at home alone a lot to take care of my mom, since I am her unwise caretaker.. or is it because Adderall makes me anti-social.. or is it because I am in a depressing situation and my depression is making me anti-social.. or is it my anxiety over exaggerating everything.. or do I not have any of these and I am just in a rough place? Out of all of the mental health problems I have read about, I have every symptom of ADD. When the medicine was working, my anxiety subsided so much. I thought I had figured it all out.... now I'm addicted to Adderall. I am thinking I should just stop my evening dose for a few days, or just tell my best friend I am having this problem. Everyone thinks I am perfect, since I hold it together better then my crazy family. My poor, hardworking dad would NEVER understand ADD or why I would be stupid enough to get addicted. I can't let him down. I am his only hope for a stable daughter. My mom is going to be homeless if I do not continue to pay her bills. I KNOW this is stupid.. but am I REALLY supposed to let my mom become homeless?! I don't even know how, but I feel like Adderall is not even working in the way that it used to. If I tell my doctor to switch my medications, or stop medication, will live get worse or better? I can't imagine a world worse then the one I am currently living in. My psychologists don't help me, I've stopped going to my last one a week ago. Self-help doesn't help. Medicine was supposed to help, but now I'm addicted. My mom and sister are still alcoholics, and I am still suffering with codependency after all of these years. I AM IN A BLACK HOLE. WHAT SHOULD I DO? Is this Adderall or just a reaction to my current situation? How can I stop my addiction, without telling my dad?
Help me, please... I've never been so lost before..