And that's how I became addicted...

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It was last year when I got prescribed to adderall. I had taken it a hand full of times back in high school - I would get them from a guy who dressed and talked like a pirate, so I probably should have known not to be doing it. I wish I would have. At the beginning of my junior rear in college, I met a girl from my school and soon after started dating her. One day early in our relationship I found out that she was prescribed to Adderall. I remembered how much work I was able to get done back in high school when I would take them - not to mention, the great high it gave you. I started taking them a couple times of week for my school work. When I took the adderall, my girlfriend would usually do the same. We would stay up all night doing our work and then around sunrise we would smoke a few bowls in order to be able to fall asleep. A few months later I got prescribed. At the end of the first semester, I had to say goodbye to my girlfriend. She was off to Guatemala for the next five months for her Study Abroad program. We decided to stay together - soon after, I started losing it... I missed her like crazy. I would write her songs every day because she was all that was on my mind. I started taking adderall to help me write music and stay up all night doing so. When the adderall started wearing off and I was slowing down on my lyric writing, I would simply take another pill and I was back at it again. Little did I know, I was becoming addicted. I started becoming paranoid about what my girlfriend was up to down in Guatemala. I became very jealous of her going out and partying at night, especially since I was sitting in my apartment all day thinking and writing about her. I made things difficult between us, which made it impossible to remain in a relationship when she was a couple thousand miles away. We broke up about a month before she came back, and adderall seemed to be the only thing to kill the pain. I went home for the summer in May and lived with my parents for the summer. This was when I started to realize that the adderall was making me socially awkward and overall, just weird. My mom noticed the change in my behavior quickly, and she knew it was the adderall. I could take the abuse that I was putting my body through, but there was no way in hell I was going to tear my moms life apart because of my own problem. I quit taking them cold turkey and became depressed at first, but I stuck with it. Thank God I did. Clean from adderall, I had the time of my life at home that summer with my family and friends. I realized how much I was missing out on while I was controlled by adderall and never wanted to live my life that way again. It has been five months since I last took adderall, and I finally see my life completely coming together. Without the help and support from family and friends, I could have done a lot more damage to my body than I already did. Keep family and friends close to you - they're all we've got.