Well how am I supposed to describe this; the "uncalled for' ups and downs of methylphenidate.
Now I'm somewhat familiar with numerous stims including meth; it's thought provoking however that (ime) none compares to the rather exaggerated invincibility effects a Ritalin high gives me during the come-up/when peaking.
One and a half hour later, in the midst of the convincing thoughts in which intensely shred through my mind (one of which is: "Hey you, indeed, you more are the most awesome a person can ever dream to achieve in a lifetime"), a devastating drop in mood and outlook on self worth lucidly becomes present. This is bad, so fucking bad. A mix between nightmarish feelings of emptiness and shock that compares to receiving a life shattering news.
Regarding my use, I'm prescribed 20mg IR three times a day. Although the nice effects are consistent and tolerance never seems to build up unless extensively abused, I fear it solely because of the crash which during stress situations triggers an endless compulsive re-dosing.