Vyvanse is a Bitch

I have ideas. One is to tell you about the day I went downtown to the court house for my divorce. Another is to tell you I have been depressed all week.  And yet another is to tell you my Chihuahua’s nails need cut.

I can get it together.

I will get it together.

I have ADHD.  I was diagnosed three years ago, maybe four.  I was prescribed Vyvanse and I took it.  And it worked.

But last week I started having chest pains.  So I stopped taking it.

I am in the midst of devising a plan to manage my ADHD. There are ways and resources.  I’m checking them all out—twice.

In the meantime the withdrawal from the Vyvanse has been a bitch.  I'm, like, depressed.  And can't get anything done.  And the thing about ADHD is that it affects the self-esteem because I don't, like, finish anything and I start a sentence, insert the word like, and forget what I was saying.  At the end of the day I feel like shit.  Nothing done.

Stay tuned.  We’re going somewhere from here.

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