Does Adderall Cause Sleeping Problems?
In this blog post, we’ll discuss how sleeping problems are rampant in a college-aged culture that is super hopped up on Adderall. This blog post is special and unlike anything we’ve ever written on this blog before. 80% of this blog post is going to be the Prologue and first chapter of my ebook about my struggles with Adderall.
The bottom part of this post will focus on the issues that Adderall can cause while trying to sleep. Read the chapters though, it gives you a first-hand look at what Adderall addiction is like, and there’s plenty in there of me not being able to sleep. You’ll be able to read chapter 2 at the link at the bottom of this blog post. You need a doctor’s prescription to get Adderall and even then, don’t take it as it’s very dangerous.
Adderall Sleeping Problems and Why They Happen
They happen because Adderall works on the neurotransmitter dopamine, and causes it to work in extreme excess, causing your happy chemicals to be super wound up, getting you jacked and making it nearly impossible to sleep. Now…Enjoy my book!
My Adderall Blog Post Installment, My Fight with Adderall
Picture this. You’re in a classroom presented with the situation of a nearly four-hour test sitting in front of you that if you know you can ace, every University worth mentioning will open its doors to you. Anywhere in the nation is available, countrywide recognition, full ride scholarships, even the possibility of an endorsement just because of your one time, fluke success on a test, and almost nothing can take it away.
Imagine a pill with the promise of increasing attention just enough to get that higher GPA, or to get that better test score, and the top ten percent of your class, including the valedictorian, was on it regularly, would you take it? That was my scenario, and at the time that was my life. I had run into a problem, and what I thought was the solution staring me in the face, and chose to jump at the first opportunity.
My problem was a test known as the SAT, and my solution was a pill, called Adderall. My assumption was I would take two tablets, one to study, and memorize as much for the test as possible, and the other for taking the test, getting a perfect score and going on to live the life I had always dreamed of.
You may have guessed by now that’s not what happened, and that it wouldn’t be much of a story if it had gone on to end that way; I didn’t just take two pills and as a result I didn’t come close to stopping the pills for an extended period of time, and I was misguided by my newfound, and artificial intelligence. It made me do things, say things, and think things I wouldn’t normally, and to this day, I cannot decide whether it has helped my life, or if I had had severe delusions of grandeur, and it has significantly harmed it.
It is both my best friend and my worst enemy, and through my will power only, I am writing this to remind myself why I don’t want it, why I don’t want to be that person or feel those feelings ever again, and why I don’t need it to be my own person and have a successful career or a successful life. And still, I want it.
` The alarm clock sounded. Pain in my kidney, nauseous, chest pain, bloody nose, and I have to get out of bed and go to school.
I couldn’t do it without a little help, my grades were great, but I still had so much to do. I needed to study, take AP exams, have a social life, and not let my parents know something was wrong. I tried to stand up, but painstakingly fell back down, only to army crawl across the room and grab the last three pills from my stash, already pre-crushed, already available to snort. I slid out my bag, my spoon, and my Bicycle playing card from underneath the bookshelf, placing a rolled-up dollar bill into my right nostril in the process.
I wanted to get up first; I wanted to at least get to my desk. “James, are you ready for school yet?” My mother, I can’t let her find out about this, I can’t let her see me this way. 6:50 am, ten minutes left, I can do this, she won’t know anything, gotta lock the door. I grabbed the card, drew out a row of lines, and snorted all three pills-just enough motivation to get up and lock the door, buying me enough time to get dressed and continue this horrid charade.
Those were my thoughts, my racing thoughts, and at that moment, that was my life at its rock bottom. Amazing grades but deteriorating health, smartest in all my classes but unable to get out of bed and even read a magazine without the help of a stimulant, and the straight A, college-bound, all-around student my parents had brought out in me. It wasn’t the best life, but it was the one I had created, the one that had been created, and the one I now had to deal with.
I asked myself everyday if there was some other way, some way out, a different path I could’ve taken to get where I was today without all the pain, the suffering, and the lies, the endless lies. So many lies they were becoming almost impossible to keep track of. Was I a drug addict, did I have attention problems, did I have the flu, when was the last time I had eaten something, or slept a full eight hour cycle. The Adderall sleep problems were starting to get unbearable.
There were some days when the nightmares became too much (when the Adderall sleep deprivation didn’t keep me up), and the night terrors too vivid. The guilt would come to the surface, and I craved telling my parents, telling a loved one, a teacher, just letting someone know everything. The truth was, I was dying, and I wasn’t going to stop the process on my own. My weight had gotten down below 120 LBS, and I was a walking 6ft. 2 inch stick.
The daily euphoric experience of attending seven hours a day of school was starting to become deadly, and I wished my life had come with a pause button. I had come so close, so close to actually using this drug to make something of myself, and I had now accepted that I was going to be on it for the rest of my life, or I was going to be a failure. Life wasn’t going to be good, and it wasn’t going to be glamorous or picturesque, but I was going to succeed, or it was going to cost me my life.
*End of first installment
What do you think so far eh? While you’re on this nootropics blog, consider some of the smart drugs we’ve got on here, they’re much safer.
How Adderall Affects Sleep
It affects heart rate and dopamine. A jacked heart rate and a brain filled with lots of dopamine don’t exactly spell out peaceful sleep now do they?
Dopamine and Sleep
Dopamine is the GO neurotransmitter (see what I did there with the caps…;) which means when your brain is loaded with it, you are on-point and wanting to move.
To see chapter 2 of the story in my memoir “Confessions of an AP Student” copy/paste this link:
Adderall, due to how it affects dopamine, can cause massive sleep problems. It’s also very dangerous, IMO, steer clear!