The drug I was prescribed has helped me BUT… the help is subjective. I was me all my life and then, after taking the drug, I was not-me. I like the focus it gives me but I don’t like the cost of that focus. My brain used to race ahead at a million miles an hour and process my thoughts in the blink of an eye then, when I’d found the solution to the task or problem I’d wait for everybody else to catch up.
Now my brain feels sluggish; incapable of processing more than one thought at a time.