I've been taking 100mg-200mg a day of dextroamphetamine almost daily, I ran out of my prescription and just went a week cold turkey and my only side effect was mild cravings.

I am currently on 300mg wellbutrin and recently just went up to 20mg on lexapro (which I believe what has kept me functioning, as prior times when I have ran out I had wild brain fog and crippling fatigue.

A big part of why I started abusing my meds was because my tolerance had skyrocketed from taking my prescription with no days off for 3 years. Whenever the meds would wear off the weight of fatigue and getting through the day was too hard for me, I have taken 50mg IR at 10:30pm and fall asleep in an hour or two.

Since the lexapro increase, aswell as the weather change I have felt a positive shift, I was able to go to work, accomplish daily chores/ errands, and go out with friends and my partner without desperately wanting to go home to lay down. I walked over 10 KM the second day i went cold turkey, I cleaned without the struggle of motivation, I would wake up in the morning and not rely on the meds to activate my body into functioning.

Has anyone had similar experience while taking other psychiatric medication? Where you ever able to return to taking your script properly or as needed?

I feel like this week has been very empowering, being able to prove to myself I am able to function without them has put me in a better mindset.

Could my dependence on the dextroamphetamine just been a result of underlying depression? I guess the year I started abusing them I had to move back home, as the rental market became grossly unaffordable, my son has adhd, autism and aggressive behaviors which had burnt me out years ago but never was able to have the opportunity for a break or to recover, my vehicle has been broken down since late December, which I haven't been able to afford to fix, that now has started growing mold all over the interior.

one of the things that sent me over the edge and put me in a very dark place was when my 2 year old cat unexpectedly died (in my arms) most likely from a stroke. Watching her suddenly fall over while shaking and struggling to breathe, to be gone in less then a minute, holding her panicking while she went limp. (This has been one of the hardest losses I've experienced as I had a very deep bond with her, I also feel like this event gave me ptsd)

Sorry for the long post, I don't really have anyone talk to, especially about this, any input/ or personal experiences are appreciated