Adderall Smart Drug Benefits
Adderall can have benefits as a nootropic and smart drug because it acts on dopamine, it’s incredibly addictive, however, so please don’t seek it out, as its a drug, not a nootropic like a lot of other safer supplements.
Adderall Smart Drug Dangers
The dangers, as mentioned in the former, is that the drug is very addictive, and can hurt your brain’s dopamine circuits. It’s an amphetamine and a drug, not a nootropic like many safe supplements.
Adderall Smart Drug Effects
Dangerous, addictive, hellish withdrawal symptoms that take forever to get over..um yeah…steer clear.
Adderall Smart Drug Alternatives
Check out our blog articles for more info on these…
The Book
The bottom part of this post will focus on the issues that Adderall can cause while not drinking. 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 the next chapter 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.
Chapter 28
“That’s why I’m not refilling your script James, your body weight is just getting too low, and frankly I think you’re turning anorexic.” I almost started to cry “mom please no, I need this, to concentrate, to do better in school. Don’t you want me to go to college?” “I don’t care about college right now James, what I care about is your health, and about losing my son to some drug addiction; That’s right James, a drug addiction.” Suddenly I was awoken by the sound of a horrible shrieking alarm clock and a pain centered on my gut.
The amphetamine withdrawal-induced dreams were becoming too much for me to handle. I wanted to get out of it, and with the onset of another flu, I wanted this entire charade to be over. “No more drugs. Why did I even take that first pill?” Were the only questions that accompanied my thoughts, day and night. My dreams became more vivid, my pajamas soaked every morning with the cold sweat of fear and a 104-degree fever that I had to push through on a daily basis and had to hide from my parents in a desperate attempt to keep my secret alive.
It was no way to live, and it was no life worth living. My mind constantly contemplated trade-offs throughout the day. What would happen if I told my parents I needed rehab, what would happen if I ended up at a community college? “No” my mind seemed to tell me whenever the thoughts would come up I’ve come too far now to blow this 
And with that dream, my tolerance break was over. With it, however, came the end of the drug withdrawal addled dreams, and as well the recurrence of some unpleasant side effects, that had enabled me with my desire to quit the drug. Two pills no longer gave the magic, and three almost gave the euphoria I desired, only with a noticeable twitch (something that made talking to girls all the more laborious), and rapid speech that was becoming hard to keep under control. The week passed, and I struggled to get high, let alone maintain.
Soon the routine became just that, rote, and even boring. The maximum interest level that Adderall gave me in everything had now been replaced with a constant state of dysphoria, and a downpour on my horrid life. Another day, another pill, or another three, in a matter of ten days I had eaten up more than half of my prescription, and my amplified brain struggled to muster up a solution.
It was then that the memories began to come back, and it all became clear. I thought back to Eric, my first time on Adderall, and why I had even taken the drug. What purpose could it possibly serve in my life-how good would it really be for me if I had one good luck GPA as a result of a stimulant drug, but failed out in the final quarter because of a massive drug tolerance? “Sebastian,” my mind told me.
A big part of my motivation for obtaining the drug, and in some cases even an influence to continue with it in the beginning, how did he do it? I thought to myself, how did he maintain without losing his mind, and do so without throwing his entire high school career?
I immediately reached for my phone and sent out a text message “I need your help dude. How can I lower the dose of this thing and still get high? How do you do it really?” Moments later I was granted a response “tried snorting it yet?” The thought hit me, that’s how he was doing it, and that’s how he maintained. Insufflating was stronger, yet the dose was lower, so the side effects weren’t warranted to such extremities. “Thanks” I replied, before shutting my phone off and grabbing one pill from my prescription cabinet.
I dashed to my room and knew exactly what I was doing. On the verge of a nasty withdrawal from 75 milligrams a day, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed supplies before emptying out my pockets. A spoon, a playing card, and a plastic bag, that was all I needed. I opened the pill capsule and sprinkled the beads into the bag. Spoon in hand; I began to place pressure over the beads, crushing them until they were a thin white powder, resembling a type of cocaine. The bag was emptied onto the desk, and, grabbing the playing card to draw outlines, my heart began to race, and I heavily pondered the possibilities, the possibility of euphoria, the possibility of being a super genius again, not just a straight A student, but a type of intellectual gift to the world.
Taking a deep breath, I backed away from the powder, rolled up a one dollar bill, plugged one nostril, leaned over the powder, and finally inhaled. After the first line, I felt not much difference, like I was just slightly more awake. Again, another line, and finally the last one, until over a pill and half was snorted. “Wow!” I practically screamed, as my mind focused only on the drug and its effects, rather than visualizing what I was going to do for the entire day like when I ingested the pills orally. I understood the true rush, the reason why addicts keep coming back and keep doing almost anything to get the drug.
The withdrawal symptoms immediately dissipated, and after a short time spent finishing up homework, the comedown began again. Snorting was great, and provided an efficient energy boost, however, as I’ve learned through my addiction, with the amazing up, the come down always follows. The high was short-lived, and the crash was debilitating.
I pulled up my bed sheets and slept off the comedown, waking up in a complete daze, unable to even get out of bed. My only motivation was the lines and my love affair with snorting. I wanted it, I needed it, and I had finally found a real way to get it, the true way Adderall was supposed to be abused, and always how and why it was abused. I now realized I had more serious of a drug problem than I had given myself credit for. I didn’t care, all I cared about was getting high, and voiding off the horrid crash at the end of the tunnel.
End of Excerpt*
Conclusion on the Adderall Smart Drug
Adderall’s Smart Drug effect, as shown in the article and the image above, is very strong. As demonstrated in the blog post, however, it’s also very dangerous..steer clear, it’s addictive, that’s for damn sure.
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