Adderall Stack Ideas
Common Adderall stack ideas are other nootropics, such as Noopept, Piracetam, Aniracetam, and CDP Choline. These nootropics can work very good with Adderall because they have many effects that help to complement it.
Adderall Stack Benefits
When you take nootropics alongside Adderall, such as Noopept or Piracetam, they can potentiate the drug considerably. Whether or not this is 100% safe is still under much scrutiny, but they certainly work. Always do your own research before stacking nootropics together.
Adderall Stack Long-Term Uses
As always, long-term use is generally not recommended.
Adderall Stack Reviews
Most reviews had users stacking Piracetam and Aniracetam with Adderall, and gave the combos very good reviews.
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.
I didn’t sleep that night, instead of awakening to another two pills, and going to school looking cleaner than ever, freshly showered, hair short and professionally gelled into a comb-over, and sporting black jeans and a dress shirt. I walked into the first period that day with a sense of intensity in my eyes, having purposely given a bad first impression on my new excuse for an English teacher as a result of my extreme overconfidence and lack of empathy. I wanted to wow her with my intelligence, however, and make sure my grades stayed perfect with my next move. “Alright class, I hope you read the website, and I hope you read the crucible to yourselves at home,” she said.
“Yes, yes”, I thought, “please be a test on it.” I waited in anticipation for her response “Today we’ll be writing out an essay on it, five pages minimum. The prompt is on the board, you may begin now.” I got out some paper cracked my knuckles, and let my drug-fueled muscles and brainpower do the rest. In less than half an hour, the paper was done, perfectly revised, and ready to turn in. “I realized none of you have actually gotten deep into this thing” Dr. Sorrels started up “so I’m going to give you until the end of the week rather than fail the entire class. You will have until Friday, no excuses, to bring me the completed paper, typed, five pages.”
The rest of the day continued in much the same fashion, I wowed my Spanish teacher with my ability to quickly acquire language skills, my physics honors teacher with my passion for math, and my AP Psychology teacher with my well-rounded set of knowledge on the neurotransmitters of the brain. It wasn’t until I got home, that my drug-induced devotion as a student really kicked into full gear. I typed out a final draft of Dr. Sorrels’ paper, read the entire chapter for AP Psychology, defined the vocabulary words for Spanish and learned all of them, and even memorized each physics formula for the entire chapter. After school, however, my energy levels were still revved up and above normal.
I convinced my brother to give me a piano lesson, downloaded language tapes and learned dozens of them, went jogging, which with my newfound energy was faster and more dangerous than usual. I finally crashed, however, only sleeping for a few hours. Nevertheless, the next day at school was even more unique because of it. As soon as the first-period bell rang, still not completely down from yesterday’s Adderall dose, I slammed my completed report on Dr. Sorrel’s desk, neat report cover, perfectly organized, straightened, and even with a binding. I sat down in my seat as she began to scan over the bulk of the report. The class seemed shocked I was done, and I could tell the redneck from the previous day was probably feeling dumber than his usual self.
Dr. Sorrels flipped through it ensuring it was five pages and then proceeded to read it word for word. Nearly twenty minutes later, and after a varied assortment of facial expressions towards the essay that I couldn’t quite make out, she called me up to her desk in an almost angry tone. “Stephen!” “Yes,” I replied, in an almost fearful state. “Well get up here and talk to me boy.” I put my head down and stared at the floor. “Looks like a genius over here messed up” added the redneck behind me. I sighed and walked over to her desk.
“Boy, how did you do this?” She seemed almost happy, while at the same time my paranoia grew that she may know how I actually did it so fast and so accurately. “What do you mean?” I said, playing dumb and trying to seem like I was in shock that it was good. “I mean this is a great paper” she replied with a smile. “Really?” I said, incredibly happy that I was probably going to get an A for the semester because of this. “Yeah, I mean you tied it all together, used correct vocabulary. Nice job.” She put the paper on her wall; something I wasn’t sure high school teachers did anymore. “Can I use the bathroom really quick Dr. Sorrels.” I asked, “Yeah sure honey, go right ahead.” I immediately darted to the water fountain and drank my fill before running into the bathroom stall, falling to the floor and holding my aching kidneys and chest.
The pain grew with every rapid beat of my heart, and I could feel the agony in my kidney growing from what I knew was the excessive weight loss and chronic dehydration. I wanted the side effects to stop, but not as much as I wanted to get high, or as much as I wanted to ward off the withdrawals. I hoped the side effects wouldn’t become too overbearing, but tried to pull myself together before anyone worried something was seriously wrong with me.
After ten minutes of putting pressure on both my kidney and chest areas, I returned to class, zipped up my jacket, ensuring every inch of skin on my body was covered to help with my growing drug-induced OCD and anxiety and took my seat. I tried to go through the rest of the day like the amazing, stellar student I always was, but found myself too nervous, even on the increased dosage, to just raise my hand and say a sentence.
An immense paranoia would come over me that people would know I was on drugs, or that the teacher would call security on me because my eyes were dilated or I was talking too fast for anyone else to understand. I realized that my prolonged usage of the drug was changing me, and I hoped it wasn’t permanent, and that I wasn’t on this drug until I was twenty-five or until I was a grown man with children.
Be that as it may, with my growing tolerance and near-psychotic approach towards my obsession with the drug, after nearly a month straight of constant use and abuse, my dwindling supply of prescription amphetamines was only a handful short of empty. Two pills no longer provided that unprecedented euphoria and ability to do anything I desired. I needed to really start upping the dosage to get an effect, and at the moment I was running out of product, and out of options.
I crashed until the next morning, going to school sober for the first time in almost two months. I felt like I was going to throw up, and my appetite was still entirely gone, despite barely eating for a prolonged period of time. I wished I had never started, my brain was foggy, my body was deteriorating faster than I could stop it, and I began to feel the onset, and the ongoing aches and pains of another rhinovirus. The fever came on, along with depression, before finally being hit with a bloody nose in the middle of the second period. I wiped it on my jacket sleeve and tried to sleep off the pain, waking just before the bell rang for lunch in the middle of the third period.
I dragged myself down each and every stair, noticeably not feeling well. I didn’t want to see anyone; I didn’t want to say a word at lunch. I sat at Camila’s table, the only one I could find with an open seat, and rather than greeting her and making conversation, I put my head down, and slept once again. Nearly forty minutes passed before I awoke, lunch was over, and I could tell my new friends were becoming extremely worried about me.
Usually, I was extremely talkative, joked around, and made no sense except to myself. I hoped I wouldn’t be questioned of my over passive actions tomorrow, and that my table would just chalk it up as me being sick. I walked away from the table, my heart pumping with minor adrenaline as soon as the shock of the school bell ringing breached my ears, and turned my back without so much as a goodbye before continuing on with the rest of my day as I had the former.
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Adderall Stack Difficulties
The difficulties are, that Adderall is already incredibly powerful on its own, and since nootropics can potentiate it further, you need to be sure to use safe nootropics such as CDP choline, otherwise, it can get too strong.
Final Thoughts on The Adderall Stack
There are great benefits to using an Adderall stack of nootropics alongside the stimulant, however, great caution also needs to be used, so always do your own research before using.