> I found myself sobbing in a psychiatrist’s office in New Haven, where I was finishing graduate school, explaining to him that my life was no longer my own. A

> I found myself sobbing in a psychiatrist’s office in New Haven, where I was finishing graduate school, explaining to him that my life was no longer my own. Although not as severe as the writers, amphetamines more so than other drugs drained me of passion without it. Watching my friends be disinterested in everything when their vices aren't around is depressing. For every one person with ADHD I met that needed it, there was a circle of people around him/her taking it because they think it makes their goals more realistic.