So, my doctor, in their infinite wisdom, decided it was time for me to start popping Vyvanse of all things. Because, you know, I was on the edge of becoming a full-blown teenager, and apparently meds were the official get-ready-for-the-chaos prescription. Not blaming them, honestly—it’s kind of like they handed me a little bottle of “let’s try to keep this kid from becoming a total disaster.” Cheers, doc.
My first time taking it? Whew, intense doesn’t even begin to cover it. First thing, no appetite. None. Nada. I had to force down a banana like it was a hostage negotiation. Because yeah, fading away into a human stick figure wasn’t exactly on my bucket list. Then there was the weird clash that was my body and brain at war: I had zero motivation to do anything, but my energy levels decide
