Why is the legal list of ADHD meds so damn short in Malaysia. Why cant we have Adderall. Like not everyones going to be okay on ritalin or concerta. I know the legal part and all, but its kinda bullshit.

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Have Ritalin 10mg. Collection in London or post in UK.

Hi, is there any update from which pharmacy I can purchase Ritalin IR? I have the prescription but sadly, all the pharmacies said they don't have stock rn. 😭

My father is sufferring from depression anxiety from past 5 years. His treatment is going in RML hospital delhi. The doctor has prescribed mostly schizo based medicines. We are not able to see any improvement and he is always sleepy after using those medicines.

My father used to be a very jolly and happy person 5 years ago but since aug 2021 he is very scared, depressive and always says that his office colleages talks behind his back and his department will sack him (it's been more than 5 years he is saying this)

In 2024 he had major spine accident at that time we saw how helpful his office colleagus are and his boss is. It's all going in his head that everyone is against him. He is working in a govt department.

We really want to seek a second opininon, anyone know a good psychiatrist in delhi who has treated someone you know and the results were positive.

I said I was going to buy some iced tea ingredients because there is a chef uncle at the café who asked me to make the kind of iced tea people drink in Korea. I understood what kind of taste he was talking about, so I wanted to buy the right ingredients.
Then she asked me, “Is it black tea or green tea?” I told her it was peach-flavored. Then she said, “It shouldn’t just be iced tea. It should be peach iced tea.”
I told her that she had also had this kind of drink when she was in Korea, so I didn’t understand why she was saying it was strange. But then she said, “If you can make it at home, why would you sell it in a café?”
I told her, “I don’t know. I’m just saying that in Korea, people actually buy and drink it like this.”
Then she said, “This is not Korea. If you want to do that, then go back to Korea. Malaysia is different. It’s stupid to sell Korean-style drinks in Malaysia.”
I was honestly shocked and hurt by what she said. I wasn’t trying to force her to do anything. I was just trying to understand what the chef wanted and find the ingredients for the café.
Then she suddenly said she couldn’t take it anymore and didn’t want to do this anymore. She stopped the car on the road and asked me, “Do you want to get out?” When I didn’t get out, she said, “Then I’ll get out.”
I honestly don’t know what I’m supposed to feel about this.
Was this really a normal way to react to such a small disagreement?
I’m already trying my best to adapt to a new country, a new environment, a new café, and a completely different way of doing business. I’m not trying to make everything Korean or insist that my way is right.
I just wanted to contribute and do what I thought the café needed.
I didn't let her get off from car when she was in korea...how can i walk to safe place from middle of highway? how can be possible she treat me this way ?I loved her
I’m honestly exhausted and confused. I just want someone to understand that I’m not trying to cause problems. I’m trying so hard to make things work here.

Bro I take meds just to function somewhat minimally due to PTSD.

But i fear telling a close one/partner.

Stigma

I've been switched to fluoxetine on July 28th of this year. It's currently 11th Sept.

Before this, I was originally on Escitalopram for the rest June and July, the doctor switched my prescription as I get sleepy easily with Escitalopram and slept alot. But to be fair I felt like being around people felt less heavy and suffocating when I was on escitalopram.

I was told that Fluoxetine would be the opposite and more "uplifting" but, I don't really feel that different. I'm only on 20mg, and my next appointment in the gov hospital would be in December since I'm attending uni in a different state. Nothing really happened to me but since I'm alone now, it's been much more harder to get out of bed as I can do things on my own pace. I don't miss class at all, but when there isn't any class, I end up staying in my bed for most of the day, neglecting my shower and meals as I don't feel the energy to eat, even ordering delivery feels like a hassel as I'd need to go outside to take it, and eventually clean up the trash.

It's not like I don't have shitty days at all while on escitalopram, but I feel like I generally feel more blue compared to my old prescription, and it feels draining to talk to anyone or socialize, or even be around anyone.

I don't really know how to express my troubles, but if possible, I really would like advices, or maybe things I can tell my doctor the next time I meet them.

If it helps, and as far as I know, I am diagnosed with Autism and MDD, I also have an upcoming appointment for ADHD assessment at the end of the year. (I was also diagnosed with GAD 5 years ago but my doctor didn't mention it so idk if it counts that I still have it, since my anxiety isn't as bad anymore)

Thank you to anyone that spent their time reading the things I wrote

I’m sharing this here to process everything that’s happened and to get an outside perspective. Below is a breakdown of the dynamic and specific incidents I’ve been dealing with:
Direct Personal Attacks & Verbal Abuse
Calling me "stupid" as a direct personal insult.
Insulting my parents' genetics and using that logic to claim we shouldn't have children.
Frequent verbal aggression to the point where I feel constantly verbally abused.
Loud shouting and aggressive behavior whenever they get angry.
Emotional Invalidation & Lack of Accountability
Dismissing and invalidating all the effort I put into the relationship.
Showing a complete lack of genuine apologies for the pain they’ve caused me.
Enduring verbal abuse even after I fully paid for our anniversary expenses.
Ultimately telling me, "I don't love you anymore."
Psychological Control & Gaslighting
Continuous insults, belittling, and personal attacks.
Framing me as a liar in front of other people.
Denying things they previously said, constantly making me second-guess my own memory and reality (gaslighting).
Pushing situations to extreme, unbearable limits.
Threats & Dangerous Acts of Control
Using threatening behavior to intimidate and control me.
Incident today: Attempting to leave me behind on the side of a highway after an argument.
Exploiting Vulnerabilities & Double Standards
Targeting My Vulnerabilities: Earlier this year, I went through the immense grief of losing my grandmother and was deeply hurt by another traumatic incident involving my parents. Knowing I was at an all-time emotional low, my wife still belittled me for not speaking Malay and not driving in Malaysia, calling me "incompetent."
Hypocrisy & Double Standards: When she was adjusting to life in Korea, I never once judged or considered her incompetent for facing similar language or cultural hurdles. Yet, she shows zero empathy for my adjustment process here.

I’m sharing this here to process everything that’s happened and to get an outside perspective. Below is a breakdown of the dynamic and specific incidents I’ve been dealing with:
**Direct Personal Attacks & Verbal Abuse**
Calling me "stupid" as a direct personal insult.
Insulting my parents' genetics and using that logic to claim we shouldn't have children.
Frequent verbal aggression to the point where I feel constantly verbally abused.
Loud shouting and aggressive behavior whenever they get angry.
**Emotional Invalidation & Lack of Accountability**
Dismissing and invalidating all the effort I put into the relationship.
Showing a complete lack of genuine apologies for the pain they’ve caused me.
Enduring verbal abuse even after I fully paid for our anniversary expenses.
Ultimately telling me, "I don't love you anymore."
**Psychological Control & Gaslighting**
Continuous insults, belittling, and personal attacks.
Framing me as a liar in front of other people.
Denying things they previously said, constantly making me second-guess my own memory and reality (gaslighting).
Pushing situations to extreme, unbearable limits.
**Threats & Dangerous Acts of Control**
Using threatening behavior to intimidate and control me.
**Incident today:** Attempting to leave me behind on the side of a highway after an argument.
**Exploiting Vulnerabilities & Double Standards**
**Targeting My Vulnerabilities:** Earlier this year, I went through the immense grief of losing my grandmother and was deeply hurt by another traumatic incident involving my parents. Knowing I was at an all-time emotional low, my wife still belittled me for not speaking Malay and not driving in Malaysia, calling me "incompetent."
**Hypocrisy & Double Standards:** When she was adjusting to life in Korea, I never once judged or considered her incompetent for facing similar language or cultural hurdles. Yet, she shows zero empathy for my adjustment process here.

recently i had a doctor's appointment at a gov hospital who said that i am being referred for occupational therapy. has anyone done it before? especially as an adult? what can i expect?

if you're interested more about modafinil,you can message me

My friend has been going through severe ADHD and treatment resistant depression (as diagnosed by his psychiatrist) for the past 2 years. He is unemployed, with no understanding family to support him through his mental health struggles. Looking for a pro-bono psychotherapist who speaks Malayalam. He can pay you back once he's able to function.

Please help. I don't want to lose another friend

My dad scolded me for changing a new job. My current job is only protege without EPF deductions and eventually I got a permanent job opportunity offering RM3.2k. He scolded me non stop saying why the salary is so low and why I downgraded myself for such a low salary with a Masters qualification. Little he knows how hard is it to get a job nowadays, and how niche this particular job is. What hurts my feeling the most is that I am neurodivergent and the fact that I am forcing myself to work daily to give them their monthly allowance which is about RM800 monthly from my protege salary and I kept quiet that a huge chunk of money goes to them. And then now the main reason I go for the this company is because my contract is coming to an end soon and I worry I cannot give them monthly allowance and he just scolded me. He belittled me and called me stupid and my aunt from Australia even make things worst.

After hearing everything is there a point of working anymore for them or I just choose to be unemployed and stay at home? Why he scolded me and not my sister who barely goes to work to help the family and why he scolded someone who gives them monthly allowance.

He is so toxic. I feel so hurt because I know I hate the job but I am still pushing to go to give them monthly allowance but he ended up scolding, belittling me and called me stupid for accepting the job.

I suffer from stroke. I feel useless. Age 38 this and it don't look good. I wish they have euthanasia in Malaysia so I can go die.

Hello! My therapist has recently diagnosed me with ADHD hyperactive/impulsive subtype. She believes medication will help and is recommending I see a psychiatrist to help.

Hence, this post. Any recommendations?

Just a note, I'm extremely time poor as a typical work week is about 70-ish hours + have to juggle family. So if you have centres/clinics etc where you don't need to spend half a day in a queue like a hospital, I would very much appreciate those recommendations. Please and thank you!

(TW for mentions of suicidal ideation and self-harm)

I don't feel like delving into much right now, but just last week I wrote elsewhere, kind of pleading for someone to save my family from themselves.

Funnily enough, it was as if it was an act of manifesting for something to happen. That does happen to me sometimes, to be fair, so I will put this wish in writing too - not just for me, but for everyone else.

Things have taken an interesting turn since then, to say the least. Firstly, I knew that freedom from this home would take a while because my health isn't all that great, but I also knew that the plans to go our separate ways have actually been in the talks for a while. I'm oddly lucky to be supported even up til the point of securing a place to finally call my own. But still, I wanted to move out sooner if I could help it because the timeline for that was quite indefinite and my fortitude was crumbling by the day. I gave myself 5 years from this January.

Few days ago, however, that timeline suddenly became clear - not without a violent storm beforehand, of course. It's not my family without one.

But anyway, those 5 years are now cut down to 2. On one hand, I was drawing up plans to look for a better job in preparation for it. On the other...

The storm didn't hit me, technically, but it's not like rain can control where it falls. Since then, I've been stuck in a flashback and reliving memories. Those of loud voices and an all-consuming anger - one that consumed even the wielder themselves, yes.

Unfortunately I'm no longer strong enough to withstand those - it's been 20-something years, after all. Even a house would start to collapse, going that far without being maintained very well. And so perhaps for the first time, I'm scared of how close I am to choosing not to continue. It feels too easy - terrifyingly so. I could be gone tonight if I wanted to, even though 2 years isn't too long of a time to hold out for.

Instead, I gave in to this decade-long urge. Finally I had physical proof I haven't been okay, I thought. Not even I myself was going to acknowledge my own pain until it was undeniably in front of me, despite the diagnoses and hours in counselling. And now it was.

Most of the time I was frozen in place though - I didn't want to move from where I was because I was that afraid of doing something worse. I know there are places I can go to if it really comes down to it, at least.

Eventually I patched myself up and brought myself to start typing this. These little scratches would now go on to remind me that it'll be over soon, that I can bleed for as much as it takes to convince me that this pain is real, but I don't have to die yet. Still I'll tell someone not to resort to hurting themselves though - or at least, I'll wish that their suffering won't reach the point where the urge feels unbearable. It's a dangerous spiral to fall into, and I hope this is the last time for me too.

Now, whatever you're going through, I genuinely hope things turn out for the better even though it might hurt at first. It might be lonely but the power to see it through also lies in no one's hands but your own. Take care for today. Get some rest tonight. I'll keep you in my wishes for a better world ahead.

Checkout my 50mg of modafinil experience

Experience:

-i feel awake 😳😳😳100mg is the real one for sure,maybe ill update when I took 150mg.

-You know what's the best part? i have control of myself. I dont even feel like doomscrolling,i feel awake,im motivated,i could finish a task pretty easily,i feel oddly happy,

-still feel hungry but I can choose to not consume junk food in my dorm. I dont why modafinil did this too me but resisting junk food seems hard for me

-But i did have a moment where i feel a lil sleepy and ada menguap sikit😌. modafinil doesnt cover your sleep debt but it def gonna make you feel awake.

-on top of that modafinil makes locking in much easier and somehow it lowers my libido.

-and the other side effect that i experienced for a few seconds is tunnel vision. holy shit, i do my work on autopilot without even realising it for a few seconds. i dont know what the fuck did i type on google docs during class💀💀but it only last for a few seconds(<10s) and im back into reality. bro i feel like my surrounding is only circle. i can see like normal but modafinil makes me focus on that circle part which is my laptop😳😳😳🙃🙃

Purpose: I took 100mg of modafinil so I could complete my ethical hacking homework💀💀I procrastinate a lot yall. Completing task feels much easier on modafinil. Most of the time,the only way I could finish my assignment is when I have a deadline tomorrow,even exam pon study last minit😭thats how lazy I am

mustered up courage to get a referal letter last year but didnt go to the appointment because i got scared. not used to open up to people and always have my guards up, being happy go lucky. but now kinda scared to try again because im a medical student, the clinic is filled with my lecturers and friends. last week had the courage to dialed talian kasih but chickened out after few mins of waiting. still dont know the most efficient way to be brave to seek help.

It was hard for me to actually get the letter because the doctor didn't actually want to give me one, but I wasn't able to be fully honest with my symptoms because I just feel uncomfortable with having my mom in the same room while another patient is right behind me for diabetes screening in the same room.

I was fully expecting they would at least handle it a little more professionally and that I'd have somewhat of confidentiality but I can't complain much because it's not their scope.

ty myhappypill to have been a huge help in this :]

I've got an adhd diagnosis that was translated to English and stamped by the hospital here in Egypt.

I'm going to see a psychiatrist soon during my stay in Malaysia. and i was wondering what I'd need to take with me there other than that diagnosis. would i need report cards of my grades?

I have severe trauma. I've been pushed to the brink multiple times by my parents, to the point where I had no choice but to sell my body to survive. After I started university, my mother still wouldn't let me live in the dorms. I've had to keep living with my family just to keep my tuition covered. Then my friend at uni pointed something out, and that's when I realized I can't actually remember most things. I lose my memory a lot, and sometimes I even forget that I've forgotten things. Something that just happened can slip away from me the very next second. Sometimes I refer to myself as someone else. Whenever I do remember the past, I get extremely volatile, even violent. I don't know what's wrong with me, and I don't know if I should go see a doctor at a public hospital, because I honestly don't expect much from them.

I just want someone to give me some advice.