Whoa, I just started Adderall today. Ten days ago, I thought I was simply a mess. I'm 50 years old, and I'm still trying to get through a college degree. I've always had moments of brilliance, followed by hours of fog. Recently a professor (rather snottily) suggested I might have ADD. Pissed me off, but I checked it out, and damned if she was right. I went through a suicidal period, where I was convinced I'd wasted my life and it was too late to do anything with what was left. Then I got mad again. Got my perscription, and the drug is already making my mind a bit sharper, and I made a decision tonight lickety-split that would have taken me hours of circular thinking only yesterday. Just had to tell someone. Tried my sister, who is bored beyond tears with my trying to get my life together. WELL, SIS, THIS IS IT! HA! The mess that was my life has a name, and it's apparently pretty treatable. I'm going to beat this ADD thing and have a productive life after all. For the first time ever (and I mean all the way back to six years of age) I believe in a bright future for myself. Look out, world.

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