To wake up in a new body, one without the 30+ benzo withdrawal symptoms I have lived with for two years. This thing has changed me so much, I found some old photos in my google photos the other day and compared one of me before the withdrawal to one of me after. The one before has quite an ok look, a bit scruffy but then again that's just me, she has all her hair, her skin is clear, her lips are a healthy pink colour, she doesn't have huge dark circles around her eyes, she smiles. The one after the withdrawal, I took just a couple of days ago, is like looking at a different person. This person, her hairline has receded, her face looks puffy, there's huge dark circles all around her eyes, I don't recognise this person when I look in the mirror. This is just on the outside.
I have so many related health problems, my right leg hurts so much I cannot put weight on it anymore, I bleed right in the middle of each of my period cycles, no idea why, nobody was bothered when I tried to tell the doctors, all they care about is not giving me pain medication. All attempts to get healthcare result in me being asked when my last dose of heroin was, despite me never ever using heroin in all my life.
I am so tired I could sleep 20 hours a day if I was on my own without my dog. At least when I am asleep I can't feel this so much or think about the things it has taken away from me.
In one week I lost all my friends, hobbies, everything, it was all gone in a week once this began. All the things that made my life worth it fell away in just a couple of months. Nobody ever asked how I was doing, I begged people to help me stop this happening to me before it did, I pointed out all the dangers, but nobody intervened on my part and told this addictions treatment agency how dangerous it was to go cold turkey from such a high dose of Benzos, nobody asked what I wanted, nobody helped me at all.
I did so much for these people in the time I knew them, I was always at their houses, I listened to their problems, I did stuff with them, I cared about them. Not one of them ever said 'take me with you to this place, I'll find a way to stop this happening to you', not one.
Nobody called me, nobody messaged me, my life was disintegrating and nobody was bothered one bit.
I wish the OD I had once on some shit called Phenibut, Codeine and Benzos had killed me. Sadly not.
Not even my own husband stood up for me. I almost left him after I had that OD and he fucked off to a hotel rather than make sure I was ok, there was someone else I was close to, not doing anything with, but I was close to him and I liked him a lot, I could have evolved that if I had chosen to. Maybe if I had done so, this other guy may have stood his ground and not let this happen to me, my husband collaborated with them!
You really cannot trust ANYONE at all, not ever, no matter what they say or do.
So yeah, anything with a remote chance of changing things for me is well and truly impossible, so I guess I settle for knowing that when I die, it will be quiet and still, the worst symptoms I have, severe Tinnitus and the feeling of constant vibration all through my body, that will stop when my brain dies, those two things are guaranteed in death, quiet and still. It's a fact, dead ears don't ring and dead muscles and nerves don't vibrate. If there is an afterlife, which I do believe in, then that's all good, but even in the chance there is not, it will still be quiet and still.