The exhausting part is one of the benefits to me. I slept like shit for... My life... Until I was diagnosed at 30. No more uncomfortably restless legs, no more doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out a good way to fall asleep.

It's not that they are fun, it's that I can't have real fun without them. Best I can do is find a way to be comfortably distracted from the feeling of not accomplishing anything that I know won't be satisfied by accomplishing things.

Without the pills dopamine becomes the estranged aunt the family doesn't talk about but is severely missed.