I moved to New York this year and am embroiled in a Kafkaesque ordeal trying to get my meds filled
Back in 2019, I was diagnosed with ADHD at age 40, a process I described for the Guardian. The diagnosis came as a surprise to me, but not to anyone I knew: sure, I’d never been especially hyperactive (or even, y’know, active), but the chronic lateness, difficulty concentrating, lack of emotional self-regulation and decades-long struggle to locate my keys … these were all classic symptoms.
I was prescribed a medication called Vyvanse, which I’ve been taking daily since. It’s proven immensely helpful, allowing me to settle into a reasonably steady routine of writing and working. The days when I just can’t get anything done have been further and further separated by periods of unprecedented productivity.
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