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The foot tapping. The absence of my mind. The words I constantly repeat. The fidgeting. The forgetfulness. I want it all to go away. They told me yet again to take these pills and I'll get better. I take the pills and nothing is better. I'm still tapping my feet constantly and fidgeting and forgetting and I just want to be better. Will I ever be better?
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Concerta
The foot tapping. The absence of my mind. The words I constantly repeat. The fidgeting. The forgetfulness. I want it all to go away. They told me yet again to take these pills and I'll get better. I take the pills and nothing is better. I'm still tapping my feet constantly and fidgeting and forgetting and I just want to be better. Will I ever be better?
It's been four months and the Concerta still hasn't worked...
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16/Gender Questioning/lost
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
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