sunstarmn
11-28-05, 06:45 PM
Here I am, wanting to tell my story and hoping someone will read it. I'm 32, 3 kids, and I recently re-married my ex-husband (we were divorced almost 8 years and together since we were 15). As a girl in school, after the teacher would explain the lesson, I would look around and see everyone working and I wondered how they all knew what to do when I was totally lost on what exactly we were supposed to be doing. I, however, got good grades, but never remember doing homework. I see a history of ADD with me, though I've was never diagnosed or even thought to have it as a kid. After me and my husband split up, I made really bad decisions. I dated a married man that I worked with for 3 years, started smoking pot, that led to doing coke, consequently I had to move to Florida (from Michigan) to be near my parents just to get away from all of that. I see now that my drug use was (but not all) my way to feel normal.
I was so lost in the last 7 years or so. All the while, raising 3 wonderful boys on my own and fooling everyone that I was normal and functioning. Before I moved, I tried to find my inner-self. Never could pin-point what exactly that black cloud that hung over me was. For some reason, I was brought back to my soul mate and best friend, my ex-husband. We both went thru some crap while apart, but somehow made it back to each other. It's like we had to be apart from each other in order to make it work with us. It's like we were never apart.
Last year, I moved back to Michigan, got married and we are a family again. I stopped doing all the stupid drugs I was doing to cope. That brings us to why I'm writing now... sorry for the book!
I sincerely think I have ADD. Not because of these reasons, and despite these things... my house is a mess, laundry piled up, piles piled up, absolutely no motivation, expecting my boys to be organized and clean while they live in chaos, yet I'm not sad depressed but I think I have some depression. I mentioned the drugs to see if this has anything to do with the ADD, since the ADD got much worse (even though it's always seemed to be there) after being on drugs. I'm totally sober now and never want to do another "drug" again in my life. As a result of doing drugs and having ADD, I'm so much more scattered now, I can't come up with words quickly anymore, not as quick-witted as I used to be, more clumsy, etc. the list goes on and on.
There's so much more, but I finally went to the Dr. to get diagnosed. This was on Halloween. He gave me Adderall xr 20 mgs. I took that for a month and I haven't noticed any drastic changes. My husband says he sees a big change, but the only thing I see is how clear it is that I have ADD. It was a huge fog before. Last week, he upped me to 30mgs. I hate to talk about the dosage and stuff, but I really wonder if I do have ADD or what the hell is going on with me. I don't think the Adderall is working. I don't notice myself thinking more clearly, concentrating better (although I can type with much easier flow), or any of the other benefits everyone talks about. I also was taking Prozac, but hated that and now I take Wellbutrin.
I guess I just wanted to get this all out and maybe get a response from some of you women out there who also are confused as to what is really going on with yourselves. I crave to change these things about me. I crave to know the real me. I crave answers that I don't have. Did the drugs really screw me up or do I really have this ADD? The meds aren't working (maybe I'm too impatient or expecting more out of it?) and I'm frustrated that I'm just lazy and crazy. Thanks for reading my book.
I was so lost in the last 7 years or so. All the while, raising 3 wonderful boys on my own and fooling everyone that I was normal and functioning. Before I moved, I tried to find my inner-self. Never could pin-point what exactly that black cloud that hung over me was. For some reason, I was brought back to my soul mate and best friend, my ex-husband. We both went thru some crap while apart, but somehow made it back to each other. It's like we had to be apart from each other in order to make it work with us. It's like we were never apart.
Last year, I moved back to Michigan, got married and we are a family again. I stopped doing all the stupid drugs I was doing to cope. That brings us to why I'm writing now... sorry for the book!
I sincerely think I have ADD. Not because of these reasons, and despite these things... my house is a mess, laundry piled up, piles piled up, absolutely no motivation, expecting my boys to be organized and clean while they live in chaos, yet I'm not sad depressed but I think I have some depression. I mentioned the drugs to see if this has anything to do with the ADD, since the ADD got much worse (even though it's always seemed to be there) after being on drugs. I'm totally sober now and never want to do another "drug" again in my life. As a result of doing drugs and having ADD, I'm so much more scattered now, I can't come up with words quickly anymore, not as quick-witted as I used to be, more clumsy, etc. the list goes on and on.
There's so much more, but I finally went to the Dr. to get diagnosed. This was on Halloween. He gave me Adderall xr 20 mgs. I took that for a month and I haven't noticed any drastic changes. My husband says he sees a big change, but the only thing I see is how clear it is that I have ADD. It was a huge fog before. Last week, he upped me to 30mgs. I hate to talk about the dosage and stuff, but I really wonder if I do have ADD or what the hell is going on with me. I don't think the Adderall is working. I don't notice myself thinking more clearly, concentrating better (although I can type with much easier flow), or any of the other benefits everyone talks about. I also was taking Prozac, but hated that and now I take Wellbutrin.
I guess I just wanted to get this all out and maybe get a response from some of you women out there who also are confused as to what is really going on with yourselves. I crave to change these things about me. I crave to know the real me. I crave answers that I don't have. Did the drugs really screw me up or do I really have this ADD? The meds aren't working (maybe I'm too impatient or expecting more out of it?) and I'm frustrated that I'm just lazy and crazy. Thanks for reading my book.