When I was in higschool my mom took me to a shrink because I was fighting with my sister. We had been at each other's throats since our mid childhood. It tends to work out that way in families where the parents have a conflictual relationship. Sometimes, when my sister would hit me or throw **** at me, I would lose my temper and get physical back. Usually I would shove her to the ground. She would always be the one who got physical first, but granted I did kind of ask for it because I would goad her. My mom was a feminist, and when she saw me start shoving my sister, she got really upset and angry. It really bothered her because my father was like that with women, and my mom really hated that about him. So she took it as her responsibility to to whatever it took to prevent her son (me) from turning into that. Ah, I'm getting off topic. Long story short: I went to this sleazy shrink, and he, after a couple sessions, with almost zero understanding of my life history, slapped some label on me, and wanted to put me on some pills. I was like "**** you for saying that I'm broken and need pills to function," and I would've told him to take a hike, but hey. Free drugs. Awesome. So I went along with it and got, like, 40 mg of aderall to take in the mornings each day. Aderall was a blast. I completely stopped being anxious around my peers at school, which was a drastic change for me, because social anxiety had been a big problem for me for several years at that point. But, on the Aderall high (and it was a high, equivalent to weed in its degree of altering your experience), I suddenly stopped caring, completely. And I started to suddenly find learning and using information extremely, extremely interesting and rewarding. I found myself looking forward to math. And I started spending my freetime drawing geometric patterns. And that was like all I did, everyday. But, at the end of the day, I was fucking BURNT OUT. I mean, I would be completely exhausted, listless, and depressed. And I started feeling suicidal. It was weird because it was so systematic, and so drastic in its fluctuation. It was every day: Wake up. ****... school now... Take pills. Commence Euphoria. YAY LEARNING! Other people are so boring! End of day. Life is pointless. I want to die. I eventually got sick of this rollercoaster and kicked the pills. The shrink gave me another drug, Concerta or something, I forget, which he said was healthier and less extreme. I tried taking it for awhile, but I didn't get any kind buzz or high off of it, and I would just burp up a nasty tasting chemical foam throughout the day. I'm glad I got off these pills. I didn't really care about it at the time, and just wanted to get high, but in retrospect I see just what a massive influence they can have when taken throughout your developmental years. I would say, maybe, like, if you're girlfriend left you, and you're really fucked up about it, maybe take some happy pills for a couple weeks, just to get you through the bottoming out phase. But no longer than that. You can't just plan your life around these drugs. It's not normal or healthy, and just proves that these phoney shrinks aren't there to really help you.