“She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day”
– The Rolling Stones
I had a really good therapist before my current one, whom I adore, by the way. I switched just for the sake of consolidating things. She was seeing my son at the time and it seemed convenient to go to her since our issues were overlapping.
Anyway, this previous therapist said in response to a question I had about the whys and wherefores of depression that, lacking any traumatic experience, “it’s all about brain chemistry and that’s pretty much it”.
I’m convinced. And it’s all so weird. And fascinating.
My GP prescribed Wellbutrin to add to the Lexapro I’ve been on since…forever it seems, and since I mentioned that I’m on the low end of the spectrum of ADD, he agreed with my therapist to let me give Adderall a whirl. “Right now, you could use something to get you going”.
I said, “here goes nothing” and took my 5 mg of Adderall this morning and my 5 mg 6 hours later.
My review: It certainly helped. I wasn’t rushing around. I wasn’t feeling manic or shaky or revved up. But I got things done today. I was moving. The weirdest part is that I found myself looking at household chores I normally would find rather odious, like scooping cat litter or, yet again, cleaning up after one of our dogs who still doesn’t have the hang of house training, and tackling them without too much disgust or resentment – resentment!! – that it fell on me to do for the umpteenth time. I think that’s what I’m feeling rather bemused by right now. I did find myself muttering occasionally about wishing I wasn’t the only one who did these things on a regular basis…but there wasn’t the anger sticking in my craw about it; the hurt of feeling like the scullery maid. I just felt like a….responsible adult!!! An amiable, responsible, capable, adult. Oh. My. God!!! I did the dishes, I took out the trash, I cleaned up all the Legos sprawled across our dining room table, and then decided to finally tackle the painting of our laundry room, which has been one of the hundred or so things on my to-do list for months. And I’ve been in a good mood while doing it all! Weird. Just weird.
I will admit that in my stupid and foolish youth, I may have partaken of some illegal drugs. Even though I know Adderall is basically amphetamine, I don’t have any of the feelings brought on by what I did illicitly in my younger days. I’ve been calm. I’ve been relaxed, but not like OVERLY so. I’m not irritable or skittish or “high”. I just find myself looking at things that need taking care of and thinking “okay, I’ll do that; I can do that…right now”. And then just….doing it. I’m not paralyzed anymore.
Just. Like. That.
“Mother’s Little Helper”……
Brain chemistry is fascinating.