I thought it was because I took my Vyvanse on an empty stomach—which my psychiatrist strongly advised me not to do—but nope, I didn't take any at all.

But the reason why I'm annoyed is because by yesterday evening, I had already accepted the fact that I just wouldn't be able to get any work done; I accepted the fact that it wasn't any personal failing that I'd be unprepared for the quiz this morning and that I'd have late assignments, it was just a chemical imbalance in my brain.

But my parents kept telling me to "push through it," that I'd be able to get caught up "if I just put my mind to it." I keep trying to tell them that this line of thinking they imposed on me throughout my high school career has been damaging to my mental health, but they can't seem to listen. I have to lie to them about how much work I've gotten done just to keep them off my back. :deeper-sadness:

Having a cat and larger space to pace around has had a positive affect on my mental health, so I'm still glad I took college at home. But despite being doctors, my parents seem to be completely incapable at helping me manage my mental health.