The Adderall Diaries: Week Two

The weekend haze is upon us, and boy am I sleepy! But also, some hope and my soon-to-exist, very chic gifting station.

Welcome to the Adderall Diaries, a real-time record of my journey detoxing from 20 years of stimulants and managing work (and more importantly, life) without them.

I write to you from the depths of a Sunday haze. While they require far less focus than the work week, weekends have been the hardest part of the journey thus far. Probably—definitely—because I take about a fifth of my weekday dosage. I spend most of my weekends eating (so much eating) and napping intermittently on the couch. It’s almost like I’m high, which is weird given the lack of drugs in my system.

Anyway, I fear this one might be a tad incoherent and ramble-y. Bear with me please. The only reason I can even try writing this right now is because I took an extra dose. Which still puts me at less than half of my weekday milligrams. I just couldn’t handle the possibility of repeating last Sunday—wake up at 11 am, stumble to the butcher, empty the dishwasher, take three naps, and go to bed at 9 pm. This morning, I woke up at 9 am, sucked back a matcha, fed the dog, and fell back asleep until 12:30 pm before starting my day. So I guess that’s better. And I even crossed a few things off my to-do list! Music to my neurotic ears.

Here’s the good news: Things got a bit better this week. By Wednesday, I felt like I was starting to see the light again. Or maybe I just got used to things feeling shitty.