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You're not alone and have a great group of support here. I agree with Subtracterall -- find someone you can confide in. I got to the breaking point where I knew I couldn't do it alone and as embarrassing as it was at 34 years old to bawl to my father about it -- someone who I never wanted to disappoint and told me he was so proud of me all the time -- I felt like a complete failure but I just let it all go and he literally just held me while I cried and cried and cried. A grown woman who thought she had all her shit together -- HARDLY! That was so incredibly hard to do, but it's the best thing I could have done for me and my health. Is it going to be hard? Yes. Is it going to feel embarrassing? Sure, maybe at first. That's just my personality though - a people pleaser, a perfectionist. In fact, I still shudder at the thought, but I also know I have only one life to live and all of that crap is not going to matter one day. And you won't regret it. In my opinion, you will only regret if you stay where you are at, and it sounds like you are already took the first step (admitting it/realizing that you need a change). That's MAJOR! Now, you just have to take the plunge! You can do it and we're all here for you! Don't ever doubt yourself or second-guess what is best for you. You know in your heart what you need to do, now you just have to follow it! Well wishes to you. As one of my best friends told me and I remind myself every day -- you do YOU. You're young and have your whole life ahead of you -- remember that! Now go get it back!

Thanks so much Subtracterall. You have no idea (or perhaps you do) how it feels to have someone say they can relate to me when you feel all these crazy emotions. I'm about to see my psychiatrist about a possible leave of absence from work so I can figure out my next steps. Hoping to get some answers. Glad to know there are other good people out there who can help support each other, means a lot - thank you! And I say take as many walks as you need. Major props to you for sticking it out at work and doing what you need to do to survive this one step at a time. That's something to be proud of for sure! I heard something during a sermon that resonated with me that said something along the lines of when we are at our breaking point and weary wanting to give up, that just means we are on the brink of a major breakthrough...something good in our lives. They also compared these really low, tough times in a way that really helped me. They said imagine a woman who is about to give birth and the pain she experiences before having a baby and the miracle of life. I think that's a great analolgy and one we can all relate to.

How are you doing iwish? Sending positive vibes your way!!

Hi idonttan, Thanks so much for your reply. I was beginning to wonder why no one replied. (..."Was it something I said?") Jk LOL. I wish I could say I am doing as well as I thought I was doing in my initial post, but I kinda hit rock bottom since then. I'm not sure if you saw my post yesterday ("Desperately hoping something can relate"), but I told my boss I needed some time off so I'm using my PTO and I'm going to begin some counseling sessions offered through work (we get 8 for free and then after that I'll be using my insurance) and possible try and get a leave of absence after seeing my regular psychiatrist during an appt today. Going into work after quitting was giving me major anxiety b/c I've gotten so behind. I was crying nonstop on the way in the car and even at my desk (thank god no one noticed). It was embarrassing as hell telling my boss what's going on but I talked with HR and I had to do it. How far you along in your recovery? And do you mind me asking how long the withdrawal phase took for you? I realize it's different for many people, but just curious. Thanks for the advice about being very easy on yourself at first b/c I've been very hard on myself. Even after being on PTO right now I keep feeling like I should be job hunting or something or catching up on work at my current job and work that I've let slip through the cracks, but I know I just need to get my head on straight first. I blew up the tires on my bike this morning and I am thinking about going for a bike ride soon as I have been reading from others on here that exercise seems to help, and getting outdoors. I feel like if I sit inside the house alone when it's all quiet it just makes my mind go crazy thinking about all of it and obsessing over it. I love what you said about it being inevitable, but only temporary and that gives me the strength I need right now to keep going. Thanks again, it means the world to know someone out there can relate and makes me feel not so alone in this journey.

Hi, Since my initial post I pretty much hit rock bottom. I called in sick to work four times and truly felt like I was nearing my breaking point. I had a friends bachelorette party this last weekend out of town and knew it was going to be challenging for me as I would be surrounded by many girlfriends who take adderall and for those who don't regularly, they would be this past weekend. It took everything in me to not ask them for some. However, in what I felt like was a test from the heavens above I made it until the final night there when we were getting ready and I ran to the restroom and a bottle of it was staring at me in the face when I went to the restroom. I decided I would put one pill in my purse just in case. I ended up taking it and felt like the biggest failure after I had been off it for almost two weeks. I got back on Sunday and broke down to my husband -- I am severely depressed and my job is stressing me out to the nines. He was in complete shock and had no idea I was feeling so incredibly low, as I thought I had been getting better. I think he was still processing and told me last night there's no way you can quit your job -- we have a mortgage, car payments, etc. He's very black and white about things and I don't think he realized how deep this pain was/is. Long story short he gave me a pep talk this morning and tips on how to get through the workday and I was feeling like I could do it if I can just get through my workday doing the bare minimum until I can find a new job. That was short-lived. When I got to my desk at work and saw all of the emails from my boss and all the deadlines I had missed/upcoming projects there was no way I would be able to manage, I broke down crying. I didn't even know where to begin and felt completely hopeless. I ended up talking to our HR EAP (employee assistance program). I spoke with them about my options, they offer 8 free counseling sessions and recommended I go and see my psychiatrist about getting a possible leave of absence. She doesn't know I quit cold turkey. My dad called my husband and spoke to him about everything and he's completely onboard and supportive. I feel like I am taking all the necessary steps to get well but I am so disappointed in myself for not being able to do my job. Has anyone else felt this way? Of course, I'm going to immediately look for something new but I just feel so embarrassed/sad/disappointed that I couldn't make this job work. I also feel like how the hell could I feel like this when there are people who are unemployed, don't have a job, a great husband and I am just throwing the good stuff in my life away. However, I know I couldn't go on like this. Looking for any inspiration, someone who can relate to my story or advice on when they starting feeling like things were turning around. I guess I'm also looking for validation that I am doing the right thing and not effing things up in my career. Thank you all in advance.

And just a little while after I wrote this, I ended up taking the rest of the day off from work. *sigh* Started having severe anxiety about some projects that are due (actually overdue now) and I don't know where to begin. Just a reminder that this truly has its ups and downs...

Hi, I have been lurking around here for a while and truly don't know what I would have done without this resource - it's been a tremendous help to me...so thank you! Just wanted to share my story and hope that it might inspire others in their own journey, but also help me to get my thoughts out on paper as I go through this journey myself. I started taking Adderall in college -- only to get through final exams or pull an occasional all-nighter -- never had a prescription. When I first took it, I thought it was a complete miracle worker, a game changer if you will. My best friend and I wondered how we hadn't heard of this before...Look how much more "efficient" and "smarter" we would be if we took it all the time. Everything seemed fascinating to us - even the most boring of subjects - and there were a lot of them in college, trust me! We were appreciating things and topics we never cared about before...and had this crazy desire to learn about them. I was hooked. After graduating college in 2005 and going out into the "real world," I decided I had to get a prescription so I could truly excel at work. I was brought up in a family that was very driven (mostly my dad), and he was always (and is still) so proud of my accomplishments...always telling me what a hard worker I am and how proud he is of me. I never wanted to disappoint him (and still don't to this day, as I admire him deeply and care for him so very much). Needless to say, getting a script didn't take long and the process was so simple. In the first five years or so, I was able to take the medication as prescribed and didn't feel super dependent on it. Of course, it helped me tremendously in my day job and at home with chores and keeping everything tidy and in order, but I never felt the "urge" that I needed to take more and never ran out before my script could be refilled. At this time, I was managing it just fine in my mind. That all changed a few years ago. I started to become obsessive about it. I would do the same thing every month...Tell myself that I'm going to stick to my prescribed dosage (doctors orders)! Ha...That was so naive looking back. When I got down to a few pills left, I'd become truly obsessive and wonder if my doctor would fill my script a few days early. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't. And sometimes pharmacies wouldn't fill it earlier so I'd work to find another that would. It was a truly vicious cycle. In 2012, I met the man of my dreams (sometime after a really bad relationship of 7.5 years that was filled with a lot of verbal abuse from him), so finding the love of my life brought a lot of things into a new light and gave me a new perspective. And of all things, I surely didn't want to hide anything from that person I loved so much, but I also didn't want him to not love me -- or think less of me -- because maybe, just maybe, what if I wasn't the person he thought I was after this awful medication I was taking? I was completely open with him about my "ADD" and he was aware of my prescription (and could tell in a heartbeat whether I had taken it or not). And if I hadn't taken it, it was because I had run out and he'd just shake his head and wonder how I could already be out with a whole week left. And he knew I'd be an entirely different person (unfocused, hard to get out of the bed in the morning, barely able to function, often complained about how tired and unmotivated I was that day and if it was the weekend...oh boy, I struggled to complete the most basic tasks or chores around the house). But when I did take it, I was damn-near superwoman (or so I thought). I'd spend hours organizing the spice cabinet (alphabetical order, of course), cleaning out the closet (honestly, looking back, I never got the MAIN, IMPORTANT things done that needed to be done around the house - the countless loads of laundry, clean bathrooms, the basic household chores that needed to be done, I was so focused on the tiniest things, but in my mind, I was organizing the HELL out of our house). After getting married in July 2016, a beautiful destination wedding where I was at my skinniest -- a sick 89 lbs, and I thought I looked fantastic! (yep, you can thank Adderall, and a dash of obligatory wedding stress for that one -- that comes with the territory, right? But here I was, I thought I was on top of the world. Even though I had many friends and family members telling me I was "too skinny," in my mind, I didn't care. I always struggled in my younger years to attain a perfect weight (in my mind), and in my mind, I HAD. Shortly after we returned from the wedding and back to reality in Texas, I was also starting a new job and couldn't wait to start fresh. Still taking my medication daily, but always feeling like I needed to increase my dosage and never feeling like I was getting the same effect I used to get. I told my doctor and she said I was at the highest dosage possible (20 mg IR, 3x a day) and told me to take breaks on the weekend. BREAKS? But how would I get my household chores done?! "You have to," she said. Well, I didn't listen to her. I had too much on my plate and there wasn't time for any "breaks." However, because I never gave my body a rest and was completely wearing down my body, heart and soul, the after-effects weren't pretty. I was completely on-edge all the time, my husband telling me I always looked so serious and I needed to lighten up (I'd hear this from former colleagues at my old job, too - people saying I always looked SO serious). Even at work - my current job, my work was suffering -- I was too focused concentrating on the small tasks - trying to perfect them and be an utter perfectionist about literally everything to the point where I was missing deadlines and my boss telling me I need to work on my "project management" skills. That was a punch in the gut, and I find myself still trying to bounce back from that criticism. I never considered myself a religious person. My parents raised my sister and I to believe whatever we wanted - never forced religion on us or going to church. However, within the last few months I have completely given my life over to God. I never knew what that meant, never had that desire. Until I finally snapped out of it. And now, it's what I depend on to get me through this, to get me out of bed every morning. I have faith I can get through this - with God, my husband, my dogs (and for right now, endless amounts of coffee). It's funny because yesterday when I was texting my husband at work (the even funnier thing is (*sarcasm*) I'd never do that before - there wasn't time to text during work hours or check my personal phone! I had to WORK every single minute of the day - there wasn't time for occasionally checking my FB or Instagram or texts from friends...or eating lunch)...or so I desperately believed. But when I texted him yesterday some playful texts he said "you are a lot funnier off Adderall btw." That made me heart sink - but also made me smile. I felt like slowly, (and definitely slowly as I'm only on day 9), I'm starting to feel actual feelings again. I want to get home to my husband - not spend hours stuck at the office. I want to finish my work so I can go home and spend time with him, cook dinner, play with my dogs, go for a walk, read a book - which I have found to be extremely helpful so far. Just a quick walk with the dogs to get some fresh air or reading a book to get my mind off things, has truly helped. Since my job requires writing (my absolute passion in life), you can imagine how hard it's been at work. I love what Mike said on this site in a post I read about "half-assing" your way through the workday, just turn in things that you would never turn in on Adderall. Well I've done that, and yesterday, something I submitted that IMO was so shitty, and I told my husband that, but I didn't care, I was gone at 5 p.m. and headed home to take care of myself. And my boss emailed late last night in response to that piece and said "This is great. I made minor edits." Y'all, I was over the moon. Granted, this wasn't my most prized piece, but I felt pretty damn proud of myself. I know I have a long road ahead, but it's stories like yours that keep me going. I wish you all the best in your road to recovery...and finding your true self. It's not easy, but then again, if it was easy everyone would be doing it, right? Well wishes to all! - Somewhere down in Texas -

Would love to meet up in the woodlands or nearby Houston if anyone still resides here. I'm on day 8 and while the first week was complete hell, I'm just taking it day by day and have decided I am in control now (although it's the hardest thing I feel like I've ever done) it's very encouraging to see the support of people here who are tackling the same struggles I'm going through, as it gives me hope and a renewed sense of faith.