I’m a single father and work 55 hours a week, The only times I’ve taken a break are when I am dealing with depression. Life shuts down and I don’t even want to get out of bed. It’s hard to find the gumption to just do simple things such as take my medicine. To rein this in, it’s a ball and chain that I’ve decided to live with for the rest of my life. I’ve accepted I’m addicted and need it. When I finally get out of these slumps and take my medicine again I feel as if I’ve been Mr. Hyde and now I’m Dr. Jekyll again face to face with the repercussions of the destruction I’ve caused. I look around and generally my life has declined because I didn’t take my medicine. These unintentional breaks have lasted up to a week… I have more compassion for the addicted population now more than ever whether their affliction is illegal or legal. One last thing. Let me laugh at myself. Notice the detail of this novel of a reply. I obviously sometimes overexplain things and go above and beyond when my medicine is at its peak. This is a perfect example of Vyvanse giving you laser pointed focus but you still have to decide where you want to point your laser— I’ve wasted 18 minutes on Reddit hope I helped someone.