I stumbled on this comic from Extra Fabulous Comics today.
It really did feel like gaining a super power when I started my meds.
The first time I had Vyvanse, in my thirties, I took the best nap of my life and woke up able to finally think. It really was like being at rave my whole life and finally getting earplugs, but with thoughts. I didn’t know the noise was optional!
At least he finished it… as I’m eyeing the 14 unfinished projects in my garage.
While my meds tackle some issues, the perfectionism isn’t one of them.
These comments made me want to actually get diagnosed and medicated. Though I fear losing some of the fun in life
Dont worry the meds help but sometimes they dont so you’re still fucked 👌
i think this comic is also a nod to the loss of creativity that some people (including myself) experience when medicated
i mean it’s worth it for me. i draw less but I’m also less chronically late, less messy, and less frustrated with myself all the time
Yeah I don’t lose the creativity so much but it does reign in the grandiosity. I’m like “that’s cool and all but is it necessary?”
Plus I embrace the iteration. Make the simple one, then improve. So I get the “finished a project“ rush several times. Win-win.
