Tag Archives: Benzo Recovery

"This first Friday in June, all I know is I am doing my best. My very damnedest. And it looks like this…"

I felt like this today. You don’t need to hear about the numbness, excruciating pain, overwhelming anxiety, residual anxiety, paranoia, dizziness  or that I prayed to whomever was listening to just end it. Fucking end the ridiculous, relentless, ad nauseam, non-sensical hours that consume my days. Frankly it’s wearing me down, ripping me to shreds and fucking exhausting …

Take Me To Church

My therapist – “you’re an addict. You’re in recovery” (say what?). I don’t care how you got there, or which doctor gave you the pills. There are no healing shortcuts, no way around, over or under it. You have to plow straight through.” I looked up the twelve steps. Can my shrink please put me …

shhhh, my brain is healing

Benzo withdrawal and the excruciating road to recovery is well worse than the lowest, hottest depths of hell. Actually if there was a hell, I’d probably choose to go there. Okay, I understand prescribing a XaniBar for a short time because it is necessary to quash the extreme anxiety tentacles vice gripping the brain. I am …