Does My Life Have Hope?

Throughout my life as a young adult and late teenager, I have experimented with nearly every commonly known drug on the planet be it stimulants, hallucinogens, weed, opiates, alcohol, nicotine, prescription drugs and research chemicals. I have always felt a little out of place in society and have enjoyed the alteration of reality drugs of any class provide me. My genetics likely pronounce this as I have several relatives who have had the tendancy to indulge in whatever substance they found they liked best, and typically they have gone full force with consuming said substance.

I had a huge problem with Adderall. It just “clicked” and and I was hooked on that feeling of euphoria and energy. It consumed me for over 4 years and I’ve been around three months clean of it as of today. On the flip side, I went from being a relatively responsible drinker who would maybe binge drink when out partying and that’s it to someone who drinks 8-10 doses of hard liquor a night to get drunk and subsequently pass out.

I think I am starting to discover that Adderall wasn’t my problem, but rather a strong intrinsic feeling of hating sobriety. I used to not even enjoy alcohol, and now because it is what I consume more frequently than other substances, I am starting to love it. That scares me.

I don’t think I’m specifically an alcoholic or a tweaker, I think I have a problem with being sober with myself. I get bored and want to get fucked up, and whatever substance can provide me that result I will enjoy. I never felt like I loved opiates, benzos or many other drugs, but I liked them all because they make me feel good, and I hate being sober.

What do I do? Are any of you out there experienced with a problem like mine? I’m only 22 and I know I have my life ahead of me. I have a full-time job offer with a great salary and work that I love. My life is great. But I still feel like there is no other way than getting fucked up each and every day. I need to reevaluate things. Any tips?

Two Months of Success & Counting

Hello all,

I know it has been a while since I have posted anything, but I wanted to give you all an update on my current situation, and the strides I have made over the last couple of months quitting my favorite drug Adderall.

As you probably know, I’ve really struggled with quitting this shit, and I am happy to say I have been completely Adderall free for a little over two months now. To renew my prescription after the last script I got in May, I would have needed to go in for an appointment with my psychiatrist. Instead of continuing the cycle, I have purposefully avoided making any appointments or responding to any calls from the psychiatrist’s office. In essence, I’ve purposefully created an awkward situation between me and the office to discourage myself from ever contacting them, and it worked.

In addition, I have let my family in on my addiction, and have received a lot of support from them. This in and of itself has helped me a lot, as I now have family to talk to about it, and they understand why I may be more moody and depressed than usual, rather than thinking of other reasons as to why. I want to go into what the last two months have been like.


What it’s Been Like to Quit

So, I took my last Adderall pill sometime at the very beginning of June this year, and from that point on I have been completely amphetamine-free. Typically I only made it about two to three weeks without before getting more and repeating the addiction cycle.

The two weeks after that last dose I began a new job, and I will admit that was very difficult. I went through the typical crash/withdrawal symptoms that come after a heavy amphetamine consumption period (constant fatigue, no motivation, and extreme lack of excitement about anything, also known as anhedonia). This lasted for a good two weeks after cessation.

Then around week three I noticed I started to crave normal socialization and activities again, though in small doses. My anxiety was higher than ever and depression came and went in cycles of a few days where I would feel somewhat okay, and other days where I doubted whether it was worth being alive or if I would ever enjoy life again. Don’t let this discourage you, at this point of quitting is usually where I’d relapse. The hope of getting better sometimes seems far fetched at this period. It is a long process for your brain to repair itself and return to feeling pleasure and contentment without the constant surge of dopamine created by speed in your brain. Be patient.

After the First Month

I am not going to lie, I have used alcohol more in this period as a coping mechanism to deal with the roller-coaster brain that quitting amphetamines creates. You’ll feel unstable at this point. Now there will be several day periods where you feel amazing, like you are fully free of your drug problem and that life is awesome and that your social life is finally back. These days are often followed by deep depression, self-doubt and a feeling that you will never be happy again. Over time these extremes continue to level out and you will become more stable.

I am not advising you use alcohol to help through this period, but smoking a little weed can be very beneficial in silencing the super depressing thoughts that you will have. Remember, your brain is still healing.

Two Months Free

I am now a little over two months free of my amphetamine addiction, and I will admit this recovery is painfully long and sometimes you will feel like you might as well just go back to abusing speed because you want to feel that confidence and want to stop feeling so fucking empty. Remember that this is your worst enemy, and these are the thoughts that will be the hardest to fight if you ever want to stay off these drugs. They haven’t even yet vanished for me yet, but over the last two months, they have become both less frequent and less intense.

I won’t lie, while I have stopped thinking about Adderall on a daily basis, there are still minutes of random days that every bone in my body is telling me to score some Adderall and that that will make everything okay again. That is a lie, and you will throw away all of your progress the minute you give into that. Would you save up thousands of dollars for something just to throw it into a bonfire pit and light it on fire? It’s the same thing. Be proud of your freedom from this drug and embrace it. You won’t always feel great about this, but if you are having intense cravings, at least force yourself to ponder it for a few days before giving in. I guarantee that if you force yourself to wait for a long period of time before making a horrible and irrational decision, your cravings will dissipate for the time being. Don’t be impulsive. Easier said than done, but that is the only way I have made it this far.

Good Luck

I hope if you are quitting, that you have success at it. This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. I am realizing that just quitting drugs does not put an end to an addiction. You are going to live with this innate desire for your drug of choice for the rest of your life. You will be carrying these urges and fucked up thoughts with you for the rest of your life. I don’t mean to be cynical or demeaning, this is the truth. Until you accept this you will continue to relapse. The battle never ends, and you must stay strong at all times. I am no expert, but I hope the best for you. As for me, I must take this one day at a time. There is too much to life to waste it being a slave to this substance. The sooner you quit, the sooner you can direct your efforts at making for yourself the life you actually want, not a drug-induced dopamine-excess fake euphoria that destroys relationships and leaves you feeling worthless and empty every fucking time.

February Frustration

This last weekend, I succumbed to asking and buying an Adderall from a friend. My excuse: I had a lot of homework to do, and I would only do one for the extent purpose of getting homework done. I did get it all done, but even that small dose awoke the “more-ish” devil that anyone who has experience with amphetamines understands.

This led to me asking to do a line when one of my friends who I was hanging out with who I saw do a line from across the room. My friends occasionally do Adderall, but they know not to offer it to me. I was craving a line badly because of the pill I took earlier wearing off. He reluctantly crushed up a pill and handed me the lines and a tooter on a book. I ended up doing 100 mg total last night/this morning, the last dose being a 30 mg XR I swallowed around 8:30 AM today.

The renewal date on my script has already passed, and I have been successful in ensuring I don’t call to have it refilled. This weekend I was reminded again that no matter what size dose I excuse myself into taking, it sets off the addictive habits regardless. No more.

My Adderall Story

Hello, my name is Christopher Weber, and I am an Adderaholic. I’ve honestly been one since my first addy, but I wouldn’t know I was hooked until I was in deep. This is my blog about my addiction, a diary about the life of an Adderaholic, and I’d like to tell you my story.

Now, this isn’t a sob story about how I fucked that all up, because I didn’t. What this is my story about becoming addicted to amphetamines, and how that has stifled a lot of the progress I could have made in my life, as well as how drugs became the center of my life.

Names of people in this story and across the site have been changed for
anonymity purposes, but all stories posted are my 100% true accounts of
what transpired.

Fall 2011: My First Pill

On the fall season of 2011, I was a junior in high school. I had always been good at school, and had only experimented with the classics: booze and weed. I was in high-level math classes and was involved in the school band and several organizations. My parents were proud of what I was achieving. Simply put, life was good.

I had always been curious about psychoactive drugs, and their effects. After all, I discovered what they tell you about weed was complete bullshit. What other propaganda had I been taught, I wondered. One day, my friend “E” and I were shooting the shit, and he mentioned something about ADHD medications being stimulants that people could catch a nice rush from. My curiosity led me to asking him to let me try one of his pills. He did not like taking them anyways, so he gave me three. Looking up the pill online, I found out it was methylphenidate (Ritalin). I took them home and waited until I arrived at school the next morning to take them.

About fifteen minutes into my first class, which happened to be Accounting 101, I felt a warm, tingly sensation titrate over my entire body, making my hair feel as though it was standing up. Then I felt like my surroundings became much sharper, and my general mood quickly went from good to amazing. In class, we were doing a large accounting simulation. My best friend at the time, “M” commented on how energetic I was acting. Being that M and I had been friends for ages and both shared a curiosity regarding drugs, I gave him one of the pills and told him about the effects. Later that day he commented on how great his effects from the pill were, something about performing like a pro in gym class.

I knew I liked this stuff. I continued to receive pills from E until his mom found out his bottle was way too low, and that someone was taking pills. I forgot about doing stimulants at all until years later, after graduating high school.

Summer 2013: Reunited For Good

In June of 2013, I graduated high school with honors as a Summa Cum Laude. Life was looking upward. I had finally turned 18, and was determined to make the most of my summer. I was finally an adult, and it was time to party. I had partied a little during high school, but M spent a lot of his senior year getting into the party scene at the large university he was attending come fall. Almost every day we either partied, got drunk, or did whatever pharmaceuticals we Midwestern kids could get ahold of.

One day, M told me he was going to see a doctor about his “ADHD.” He told me how easily a person could fake the symptoms and be prescribed pharmaceutical stimulants. Later that day, we were hanging out and he pulled out his brand new bottle of amphetamines, paid for in full by insurance. He pulled out his pill crusher (we did benzos and opiates often), and poured a capsule’s worth of beads in. He laid out two 15 milligram lines, and rolled a twenty-dollar bill for a tooter. Bon’ appetite, and up my nose it went. Within less than a minute, I felt a somewhat similar feeling to my other stimulant experience, but I felt way more more pleasure. And the euphoria just stayed there for almost five hours. Something in my brain was awoken, and it was hungry for speed.

I started buying pills from M, and was doing addies several times a week. M and I worked together at a large grocery store nearby, and we would snort lines of addy in his car during our lunch breaks. I was feeling great, all of the time. Addiction would have been the last thing to cross my mind.

Winter 2013: Doc, I Can’t Focus

My friend began using the pills more himself, and the popularity of Adderall as a recreational drug was just beginning to emerge. This meant my $1-3 pills were going for $5. Five dollars? This addiction was not going to feed itself. I needed a constant supply, so I decided it was time to see my doctor about the ADD I had been repressing for 18 years of my life.

My regular doctor referred me to a psychiatrist after hearing my symptoms. When I called to make my psychiatry appointment, I was told I could either see a “prescriber” or seek “therapy only” treatment. Stunned by how obvious the first route seemed, I chose prescriber and scheduled my first meeting with the woman who would unknowingly become my speed dealer for the next two and a half years (she still hasn’t a clue in the slightest). I will reference her as Doctor B.

When arrived at my appointment with Dr. B, I was asked a series of questions. “Do you have trouble paying attention?” yes. “Do you feel restless when sitting too long?” yes, yes, etc. I was told I would receive a call with her results on the session. The next day, I was antsy, waiting for good news to call. I got a call from Dr. B telling me I “show several ADD symptoms,” and that she was prescribing me Adderall XR 10 mg capsules, and we would meet again in a month to see how it goes. This was a small dose, but a victory for the novice tweaker I was. That script lasted maybe two whole weeks.

The 1-month marker came along, and I told Dr. B the meds were not doing anything. She proceeded to offer two options: increase the dose or try Concerta (methylphenidate) or a new SNRI-based ADHD drug called Effexor. Without batting an eye, I chose the former and came out with a bottle of 20 mg XRs.

The next month I told her the dose was working to avoid suspicion, but the following month I said it stopped working and was put on 30 mg XR without question. What more could an “uppers-guy” want? I had nearly 1 whole gram (900 mg) of amphetamines at my disposal each and every month, for a whopping $7.00 after insurance. One nice thing about being addicted to RX meds is that insurance will help a brother stay high. Oh, the American health system at its finest. I didn’t care if I was one of the several people pharmaceutical corporations secretly know will become addicted to their products. I was getting high at my disposal, that’s what mattered.

2014 – Current: Addiction

I have continued to abuse my script in large-dose, multiple-day binges on a monthly basis since my second dosage increase. A week or two of reckless stimulant binges followed by a week or two of narcoleptic withdrawals. When it was script day, the cycle would repeat. Occasionally I met with Dr. B, always telling her the meds were working wonders. If only she knew any of it.

This Time I’m Determined To Quit!

The Predicament

From the middle of August until late November I was able to completely stop taking Adderall for almost 3 months, which is the longest I have ever made it trying to quit this sinister drug. The withdrawals sucked only because I had 10 hour days to work right after crashing hard.

What really gets you is the overwhelmingly intense cravings that really don’t become so powerful until weeks after not taking amphetamines. Spending 4-5 days in a row dreaming about doing a bunch of addy, and then waking up realizing you have none and becoming really on edge. I’m absoloutely fucking sick of this drug having more power over my life than me, the one who’s living it. Fighting the psychological cravings is hard. It feels like somebody is in my head trying, at the most random moments, to talk you into just one little dose, for old time’s sake. “It can’t hurt, I can control myself with a small dose.” Within 6 hours I am doing 30-40mg every few hours and end up awake for 2 or 3 days. I’ve given in too many times to see the same fucking result.


I am also noticing that being on this drug is straining my relationship with my family and friends. I am either depressed, lethargic and don’t want to do nearly anything; or I am too amped up to just chill and watch a movie. I’ll end up on the computer for 16-30 hours in a given binge and I am just short, non-conversational and non-emotional with them even if they are just trying to talk to me or bring me food or something nice. This is what has really been the last straw for me lately. I know that 2-3 weeks off of it and I can actually enjoy a good time without fiending around the clock. It’s the light at the end of the tunnel, yet I convince myself to walk the opposite direction.

Instead of spending as much quality time as I would have liked to with my family who I don’t see often this winter, I spend 15+ hours on the computer designing a website so tweaked that I had no actual written content, just a layout. Mind that my family is home and I chewed my own mother out for trying to persuade me to come eat dinner out with them since I skipped breakfast and lunch too. She’s never acted upset with how I react so insensitively to her caring gestires. That’s probably why I feel so bad about it. I would never act that way if I wasn’t tweaked out. I am disgusted with myself for becoming like this, yet a few days off the drug and I realize it was all the drugs.

The Plan

Because I cannot resist calling my psychiatrist for a refill eventually, and then fail my plans to moderate my usage from the second the first pill takes effect leading to a 3-5 day bender and subsequent crash, I am sending her a letter saying I am abusing my medication and that I should never be allowed to have it as a prescription again. Me and speed are from 0-120 MPH, and there is no speed in between. I hate slowing down, and I love getting jacked up. That’s why I have to leave this part of my life behind. It is just so much harder to quit than I could have ever imagined. A little speed habit can turn nasty after a few years.