
NeuroDamaged3
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- Apr 4, 2021
- 30
My original username is NeuroDamaged2 and it has my backstory on it in posts. Alooooot of forced or pushed psychiatry and drugs I didn't need. Ended up ruining me.
My fault...should've said no to it all. Especially the last one, I'm on Clonazepam 3mg/day, have been for a year. It's nuked the last of me. I should've known better than to get on a benzo but I was desperate for relief. Now that relief has passed (benzo tolerance) and I'm all alone, no longer living with my mom and have no support at home. My life will be hell no matter what I do. Bedbound, barely able to feed myself and such. Place is a mess though I do take out the garbage, so it's just messy not dirty.
I don't know how many more months I've got to live like this. My days are numbered. And this Clonazepam has caused fear to stir in me whereas shortly before I started I attempted to CTB via OD in the winter -- felt peaceful in a way, totally failed as I was too used to benzos by then for even whole pill bottle full to make me pass out. Now I can't get myself in the same headspace to CTB, the worst outcome - I'm living a hell not worth living but I can't die.
Now I'm uncomfortable every day and will take cbd/thc to pass the time and make it bearable. NOTHING is enjoyable. NOTHING. This all occured in 1.5 months, I don't know what I did that was so bad to take me from mostly normal to benzo tolerance.
I wish my mom was here to help, I wish she still cared as much as she did when this first started, but she isn't.
There's no doctors that are sympathetic to benzo tapering even if you've proven not to have any issues. They haven't heard of the Ashton manual for tapering. My family doc of over a decade dropped me (I realize now how two faced doctors are) after I got issues from the meds she was prescribing me for years.
There's no hope for my future. I've got massive anhedonia (cant enjoy anything), some cognitive issues (especially in memory and creativity), etc. Can't hold a conversation. Not interested in others. Emotionally flat and empty. They gave me every treatment imaginable and I just got worse because it was iatrogenic damage not a "chemical imbalance" like they like to spout.
I know truly, truly know what it means by the saying "I'm a shell of my former self".
My fault...should've said no to it all. Especially the last one, I'm on Clonazepam 3mg/day, have been for a year. It's nuked the last of me. I should've known better than to get on a benzo but I was desperate for relief. Now that relief has passed (benzo tolerance) and I'm all alone, no longer living with my mom and have no support at home. My life will be hell no matter what I do. Bedbound, barely able to feed myself and such. Place is a mess though I do take out the garbage, so it's just messy not dirty.
I don't know how many more months I've got to live like this. My days are numbered. And this Clonazepam has caused fear to stir in me whereas shortly before I started I attempted to CTB via OD in the winter -- felt peaceful in a way, totally failed as I was too used to benzos by then for even whole pill bottle full to make me pass out. Now I can't get myself in the same headspace to CTB, the worst outcome - I'm living a hell not worth living but I can't die.
Now I'm uncomfortable every day and will take cbd/thc to pass the time and make it bearable. NOTHING is enjoyable. NOTHING. This all occured in 1.5 months, I don't know what I did that was so bad to take me from mostly normal to benzo tolerance.
I wish my mom was here to help, I wish she still cared as much as she did when this first started, but she isn't.
There's no doctors that are sympathetic to benzo tapering even if you've proven not to have any issues. They haven't heard of the Ashton manual for tapering. My family doc of over a decade dropped me (I realize now how two faced doctors are) after I got issues from the meds she was prescribing me for years.
There's no hope for my future. I've got massive anhedonia (cant enjoy anything), some cognitive issues (especially in memory and creativity), etc. Can't hold a conversation. Not interested in others. Emotionally flat and empty. They gave me every treatment imaginable and I just got worse because it was iatrogenic damage not a "chemical imbalance" like they like to spout.
I know truly, truly know what it means by the saying "I'm a shell of my former self".