tried to escape for a bit and ended up with a broken nose

[steppen_wolf]

i am making this post simply because there is no one in my life i can tell this to. even worse, i couldn't just hide it this time and had to lie to the people who care most about me.

i honestly cannot recollect why i was feeling so low this last saturday or if there were even specific reasons. i just remember truly, truly feeling like i couldn't take another second being alive, frantic racing thoughts of all methods readily available (none reliable) and being full of such terrible energy i was convinced i'd jump in front of a bus if i left the house. i'm in my mid 20's and have been actively planning out my suicide for months now, but i'm not at a point where it's physically feasible yet. it's like suddenly i was struck by this mixed feeling of overwhelming urgency and helplessness and it was literally unbearable.

i don't remember how it went from there, it's like an out of body experience trying to recollect it, but what i do know is that i took a lot of clonazepam/klonopin, around 50mg (very easy to do in my country, since it comes in drops), and drank a lot of vodka, like over half a liter. i don't know if i did this over a period of time, all at once, what i did for most of the time i spent blacked out, why i did the things i have evidence of having done… just nothing. this probably started at around 4pm saturday and my next conscious memory is from about 5am the next day, lying in bed in a daze, exhausted, in pain and so much confusion.

the first thing i could tell was that i had been bleeding because my bedsheets were stained with it, then that my whole body hurt as i tried standing up, and finally that my entire room had been torn apart. shelves empty because everything on them had been thrown to the floor, an overflowing mess of half-opened books, a million shards of a huge broken mirror, a broken lamp, notebooks, clothes, just every random object you can think of. very much still under the influence i stumbled to the bathroom where there were more blood stains on the walls and on the floor and then my face and neck on the mirror covered in dried blood.

just thinking back to the chaos around me and the utter and complete exhaustion i felt looking at it, knowing i'd have to take care of it alone and in pain and not knowing what had happened, is honestly traumatizing. i don't think i went into a rage during the blackout because i never do when i drink or use benzos. my best guess is i stumbled my way into throwing things to the ground and breaking the mirror, probably physically unable to hold myself up but trying to for some reason, over and over again, trying to take a shower which i know i did because the bathroom floor was flooded and my hair was still wet when i woke up.

i went to the ER on sunday evening when i didn't seem shitfaced anymore. i made up a story about a dizzy spell during a trip to the bathroom and not being able to recall falling or what happened after (not exactly a lie) and they believed me. they scanned me and i remember praying i might've had actually hurt myself badly, like a bleeding in the brain or something. but no, just the broken nose, which i've spent the last two or three days lying to everyone about. my whole body is covered in bruises, and even now my muscles are still sore and i don't know why. i also haven't been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time since. after waking up at 5am on sunday i stayed up until 3am on tuesday, i cannot tell why or even how. despite the exhaustion it's like my body and mind are still stuck in that moment of horror of waking up after everything. plus, i am all out of klonopin now lol...

as to friends and family, no one knows i'm suicidal and it's extremely tiring even just having to hold conversations about it like it was just some kooky mishap. obviously i did everything myself, and funnily enough most likely on accident (except the booze and the benzos), but it's like having survived a nightmare i can't even recall, let alone share. i only realized it afterwards, but my very impulsive suicide attempt at 17 was also by mixing benzos and vodka, only way less messy and hurtful and exhausting since i was just lying in bed then, was found out and taken to the hospital still unconscious.

i don't consider what happened now a suicide attempt simply because i wasn't trying to die, though i guess if i were luckier i could have. at least it feels kind of good now to be soothed by the physical pain without having to actively cause it, it's just there as long as i don't take the pain meds, and no one suspects anything.

what's weird(er) to say is i feel genuinely traumatized by what happened, yet can't really begin to articulate why. can't say i won't do it again either, even though now i wish i hadn't. i can't even bring myself to say i regret it, since it doesn't feel like it was *i* that did anything. at least now the truth is out somehow.

(can't believe i typed out all of this. it's probably unreadable, so i'm grateful but also sorry if you've made it here.)

 

[Pale_Rider]

That's how it happened for me at first. The knowledge that I was ready to ctb turned on like a lightswitch. That's my two cents.

 

[EmptyBottle]

https://erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=45008

After 1 month at this dosage, I started forgetting things. A lot of things. I lost things I wouldn't ever lose: my backpack, my keys, my cellphone.

There seems to be similar events that occur by users of klonopin (this example is 2007, 18 years ago!). I can't find the specific recount where someone had homicidal thoughts (and was luckily prevented from acting them out due to forgetting), but I do remember reading one such account.

This was just from prescription use of klonopin, where a user also did things they didn't remember after, and their personality was altered.

 

[madameviolette]

https://erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=45008

There seems to be similar events that occur by users of klonopin (this example is 2007, 18 years ago!). I can't find the specific recount where someone had homicidal thoughts (and was luckily prevented from acting them out due to forgetting), but I do remember reading one such account.

This was just from prescription use of klonopin, where a user also did things they didn't remember after, and their personality was altered.

They had homicidal thoughts from the Klonopin ?

 

[EmptyBottle]

They had homicidal thoughts from the Klonopin ?

Yep, one of the recounts on erowid, mentioned someone say they had those thoughts but luckily got distracted before it could have made the news.


Now I'm struggling to find it, amongst a bunch of quoted keywords.... even this yields no results ["puked" "office" "shoot" site:erowid.org]


there may have been ssri's involved... I'm giving up the search but hopefully someone can find the example somehow.

 

[steppen_wolf]

That's how it happened for me at first. The knowledge that I was ready to ctb turned on like a lightswitch. That's my two cents.

it was like a light switch like you said, like suddenly realizing how palpable it is triggered some impulsive energy, a feeling of being unable to wait. i guess it's impossible to know for sure what happened but that seems really close.

all i know is i won't actually attempt until i'm confident it'll work and things are sorted out. it's just painful to wait. how do you feel about it nowadays?

 

[Flubber]

@steppen_wolf

Many years ago, during a period of difficulties where I focused on ceasing to exist, I ended up with a broken nose; didn't care that it looked a bit different because I aimed to be dead soon. Still kicking myself to this day for not getting it fixed within the 10 days timeframe before the cartilage is fused permanently.

Years of trying to blow out a blocked nose that felt like it was full of boogers/bogeys that weren't there but felt like they were blockages alongside constant feelings of suffocation but were actually a dry nose that couldn't produce mucus. An operation a few years later straightened things out mostly and improved breathing but the shnozzle will never be the same again like nature intended.

PLEASE dude, get it looked at medically

P.S. Look up empty nose syndrome if you have any doubts

 

[steppen_wolf]

https://erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=45008

There seems to be similar events that occur by users of klonopin (this example is 2007, 18 years ago!). I can't find the specific recount where someone had homicidal thoughts (and was luckily prevented from acting them out due to forgetting), but I do remember reading one such account.

This was just from prescription use of klonopin, where a user also did things they didn't remember after, and their personality was altered.

thank you for sharing this. (incidentally erowid really takes me back ahaha)

i actually could never tolerate regular or even occasional (prescripted) klonopin use for similar reasons - even on low dosages it'd make me uncharacteristically angry afterwards or sometimes even cause active suicidality that i could tell was "artificial".

this was a long time ago though. the fact that i'd barely taken it at all for the past years is why i had so much of it just lying around…

this really helps to make some sense of how i feel after what happened recently though. it sounds funny to say but it's kind of like simultaneously having survived attempted murder and having attempted to murder someone WITHOUT feeling like i attempted suicide. comparatively, in my failed suicide attempt as a teenager, the benzo i took was alprazolam/xanax and it definitely did not feel like that in the aftermath (although obviously the lack of clear intent this time around probably accounts for at least some of that).

it seems like it might have been deleted but i'll try searching for this other report you talked about as well. now that you mention it, even on r/benzodiazepines i remember reading some similar - albeit not so extreme - accounts of odd reactions to klonopin.

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@Flubber

i cannot for the life of me reply to your post without it automatically getting added to my reply to another user's post. not sure what i'm doing wrong, sorry about that.

@steppen_wolf

Many years ago, during a period of difficulties where I focused on ceasing to exist, I ended up with a broken nose; didn't care that it looked a bit different because I aimed to be dead soon. Still kicking myself to this day for not getting it fixed within the 10 days timeframe before the cartilage is fused permanently.

Years of trying to blow out a blocked nose that felt like it was full of boogers/bogeys that weren't there but felt like they were blockages alongside constant feelings of suffocation but were actually a dry nose that couldn't produce mucus. An operation a few years later straightened things out mostly and improved breathing but the shnozzle will never be the same again like nature intended.

PLEASE dude, get it looked at medically

P.S. Look up empty nose syndrome if you have any doubts

either way, really thank you for sharing and for the encouragement to get it looked at. the ER doctor did refer me to a surgeon and i managed to get an appointment that's about 10 days from now. it won't happen in the ideal timeframe you mentioned but it will (hopefully) be taken care of soon enough.

despite not minding the pain, it does already feel weird in there, like simultaneously congested and dry like you described, which makes it that much more hellish to get any sleep at all. in the meantime, i'm trying to just let it be and not mess it up further though.

P.S.: didn't have any doubts but looked it up anyway. yep, sounds horrifying. i'm sorry you had to go through that and glad you're doing better now.

 

[EmptyBottle]

Mmm, could be somehow deleted. As for the replies being odd, the forum limits replying per thread to 1 every 6 hours in that specific thread. It might be there to reduce spam / allow easier multi quoting, but clicking reply on a few posts in a thread without submitting multi quotes anyway.

 

[User111885]

i am making this post simply because there is no one in my life i can tell this to. even worse, i couldn't just hide it this time and had to lie to the people who care most about me.

i honestly cannot recollect why i was feeling so low this last saturday or if there were even specific reasons. i just remember truly, truly feeling like i couldn't take another second being alive, frantic racing thoughts of all methods readily available (none reliable) and being full of such terrible energy i was convinced i'd jump in front of a bus if i left the house. i'm in my mid 20's and have been actively planning out my suicide for months now, but i'm not at a point where it's physically feasible yet. it's like suddenly i was struck by this mixed feeling of overwhelming urgency and helplessness and it was literally unbearable.

i don't remember how it went from there, it's like an out of body experience trying to recollect it, but what i do know is that i took a lot of clonazepam/klonopin, around 50mg (very easy to do in my country, since it comes in drops), and drank a lot of vodka, like over half a liter. i don't know if i did this over a period of time, all at once, what i did for most of the time i spent blacked out, why i did the things i have evidence of having done… just nothing. this probably started at around 4pm saturday and my next conscious memory is from about 5am the next day, lying in bed in a daze, exhausted, in pain and so much confusion.

the first thing i could tell was that i had been bleeding because my bedsheets were stained with it, then that my whole body hurt as i tried standing up, and finally that my entire room had been torn apart. shelves empty because everything on them had been thrown to the floor, an overflowing mess of half-opened books, a million shards of a huge broken mirror, a broken lamp, notebooks, clothes, just every random object you can think of. very much still under the influence i stumbled to the bathroom where there were more blood stains on the walls and on the floor and then my face and neck on the mirror covered in dried blood.

just thinking back to the chaos around me and the utter and complete exhaustion i felt looking at it, knowing i'd have to take care of it alone and in pain and not knowing what had happened, is honestly traumatizing. i don't think i went into a rage during the blackout because i never do when i drink or use benzos. my best guess is i stumbled my way into throwing things to the ground and breaking the mirror, probably physically unable to hold myself up but trying to for some reason, over and over again, trying to take a shower which i know i did because the bathroom floor was flooded and my hair was still wet when i woke up.

i went to the ER on sunday evening when i didn't seem shitfaced anymore. i made up a story about a dizzy spell during a trip to the bathroom and not being able to recall falling or what happened after (not exactly a lie) and they believed me. they scanned me and i remember praying i might've had actually hurt myself badly, like a bleeding in the brain or something. but no, just the broken nose, which i've spent the last two or three days lying to everyone about. my whole body is covered in bruises, and even now my muscles are still sore and i don't know why. i also haven't been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time since. after waking up at 5am on sunday i stayed up until 3am on tuesday, i cannot tell why or even how. despite the exhaustion it's like my body and mind are still stuck in that moment of horror of waking up after everything. plus, i am all out of klonopin now lol...

as to friends and family, no one knows i'm suicidal and it's extremely tiring even just having to hold conversations about it like it was just some kooky mishap. obviously i did everything myself, and funnily enough most likely on accident (except the booze and the benzos), but it's like having survived a nightmare i can't even recall, let alone share. i only realized it afterwards, but my very impulsive suicide attempt at 17 was also by mixing benzos and vodka, only way less messy and hurtful and exhausting since i was just lying in bed then, was found out and taken to the hospital still unconscious.

i don't consider what happened now a suicide attempt simply because i wasn't trying to die, though i guess if i were luckier i could have. at least it feels kind of good now to be soothed by the physical pain without having to actively cause it, it's just there as long as i don't take the pain meds, and no one suspects anything.

what's weird(er) to say is i feel genuinely traumatized by what happened, yet can't really begin to articulate why. can't say i won't do it again either, even though now i wish i hadn't. i can't even bring myself to say i regret it, since it doesn't feel like it was *i* that did anything. at least now the truth is out somehow.

(can't believe i typed out all of this. it's probably unreadable, so i'm grateful but also sorry if you've made it here.)

i would call that a suicide attempt

you were extremely suicidal, then took a large dose of medication and alcohol that any normal person would expect could cause death

you're in denial that you attempted.

i hope you feel better and that whatever is making you sad changes

 

[TheEmptyVoid]

i am making this post simply because there is no one in my life i can tell this to. even worse, i couldn't just hide it this time and had to lie to the people who care most about me.

i honestly cannot recollect why i was feeling so low this last saturday or if there were even specific reasons. i just remember truly, truly feeling like i couldn't take another second being alive, frantic racing thoughts of all methods readily available (none reliable) and being full of such terrible energy i was convinced i'd jump in front of a bus if i left the house. i'm in my mid 20's and have been actively planning out my suicide for months now, but i'm not at a point where it's physically feasible yet. it's like suddenly i was struck by this mixed feeling of overwhelming urgency and helplessness and it was literally unbearable.

i don't remember how it went from there, it's like an out of body experience trying to recollect it, but what i do know is that i took a lot of clonazepam/klonopin, around 50mg (very easy to do in my country, since it comes in drops), and drank a lot of vodka, like over half a liter. i don't know if i did this over a period of time, all at once, what i did for most of the time i spent blacked out, why i did the things i have evidence of having done… just nothing. this probably started at around 4pm saturday and my next conscious memory is from about 5am the next day, lying in bed in a daze, exhausted, in pain and so much confusion.

the first thing i could tell was that i had been bleeding because my bedsheets were stained with it, then that my whole body hurt as i tried standing up, and finally that my entire room had been torn apart. shelves empty because everything on them had been thrown to the floor, an overflowing mess of half-opened books, a million shards of a huge broken mirror, a broken lamp, notebooks, clothes, just every random object you can think of. very much still under the influence i stumbled to the bathroom where there were more blood stains on the walls and on the floor and then my face and neck on the mirror covered in dried blood.

just thinking back to the chaos around me and the utter and complete exhaustion i felt looking at it, knowing i'd have to take care of it alone and in pain and not knowing what had happened, is honestly traumatizing. i don't think i went into a rage during the blackout because i never do when i drink or use benzos. my best guess is i stumbled my way into throwing things to the ground and breaking the mirror, probably physically unable to hold myself up but trying to for some reason, over and over again, trying to take a shower which i know i did because the bathroom floor was flooded and my hair was still wet when i woke up.

i went to the ER on sunday evening when i didn't seem shitfaced anymore. i made up a story about a dizzy spell during a trip to the bathroom and not being able to recall falling or what happened after (not exactly a lie) and they believed me. they scanned me and i remember praying i might've had actually hurt myself badly, like a bleeding in the brain or something. but no, just the broken nose, which i've spent the last two or three days lying to everyone about. my whole body is covered in bruises, and even now my muscles are still sore and i don't know why. i also haven't been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time since. after waking up at 5am on sunday i stayed up until 3am on tuesday, i cannot tell why or even how. despite the exhaustion it's like my body and mind are still stuck in that moment of horror of waking up after everything. plus, i am all out of klonopin now lol...

as to friends and family, no one knows i'm suicidal and it's extremely tiring even just having to hold conversations about it like it was just some kooky mishap. obviously i did everything myself, and funnily enough most likely on accident (except the booze and the benzos), but it's like having survived a nightmare i can't even recall, let alone share. i only realized it afterwards, but my very impulsive suicide attempt at 17 was also by mixing benzos and vodka, only way less messy and hurtful and exhausting since i was just lying in bed then, was found out and taken to the hospital still unconscious.

i don't consider what happened now a suicide attempt simply because i wasn't trying to die, though i guess if i were luckier i could have. at least it feels kind of good now to be soothed by the physical pain without having to actively cause it, it's just there as long as i don't take the pain meds, and no one suspects anything.

what's weird(er) to say is i feel genuinely traumatized by what happened, yet can't really begin to articulate why. can't say i won't do it again either, even though now i wish i hadn't. i can't even bring myself to say i regret it, since it doesn't feel like it was *i* that did anything. at least now the truth is out somehow.

(can't believe i typed out all of this. it's probably unreadable, so i'm grateful but also sorry if you've made it here.)

I remember overdosing on clonidine back in 2024, and I felt very dizzy and lightheaded and all I remember was that I just went with my face first to the pillow (it was day that time) and that's all I remember, maybe seconds of seeing black, and after that, I woke up back to consciousness, being confused and it was already dark outside, I realized when I checked the camera, I saw myself, not moving, and unconscious for like 1 to 2 hours, that was my weirdest experience ever

 

[Pale_Rider]

it was like a light switch like you said, like suddenly realizing how palpable it is triggered some impulsive energy, a feeling of being unable to wait. i guess it's impossible to know for sure what happened but that seems really close.

all i know is i won't actually attempt until i'm confident it'll work and things are sorted out. it's just painful to wait. how do you feel about it nowadays?

I still have the wish, but my SI is stronger, and there are more reasons then there were back then not to. It's ebbs, and flows basically. Sometimes it feels like a current pushing me towards it even. Sometimes the pressure is much less, and it's just the thoughts.

 

[steppen_wolf]

i would call that a suicide attempt

you were extremely suicidal, then took a large dose of medication and alcohol that any normal person would expect could cause death

you're in denial that you attempted.

i hope you feel better and that whatever is making you sad changes

as the days go by i'm really slowly coming to terms with this, yeah. i feel like because i have an actual plan i somehow convinced myself this couldn't be a real attempt, since it wasn't *the* attempt.

i was also likely somewhat still under the influence when i first made this thread, maybe with illusions of sobriety, but it's hard to tell because since i woke up on sunday it's been like a never ending moment of shock and horror and unreality. i still cannot get more than 2-4 hours of sleep a day, cannot sleep when it's dark, cannot eat properly because my whole skull hurts, cannot see properly because the broken nose makes it so i can't wear my glasses… it's like i'm half dead or still in the process of dying because my body feels like it's deteriorating rather than recovering. i'm still finding news bruises on my body and blood stains in new places, it's literally like i keep "finding out" what happened over and over again and it never stops being jarring. i'm realizing this was actually way, way more serious and damaging than my attempt at 17.

your reply was really helpful in that it made me drop the internal facade i hadn't even realized was there, so thank you. it's mentally debilitating to have to keep up the "normal version" of the events around other people, so i think that's also part of why it never stops being jarring when i'm by myself and the physical evidence of what actually happened is so unavoidable. idk how much longer i can keep up appearances and every possibility's just scary: people finding out, people never finding out, trying to get help, going through with my real plan. it's like there's no way out of this labyrinth.

i am so sorry to dump this all here, i'm grasping at straws still to make sense of what happened. i literally don't feel like i'm myself or that anything's real.

i really appreciate your words though and hope you are well too. <3

I remember overdosing on clonidine back in 2024, and I felt very dizzy and lightheaded and all I remember was that I just went with my face first to the pillow (it was day that time) and that's all I remember, maybe seconds of seeing black, and after that, I woke up back to consciousness, being confused and it was already dark outside, I realized when I checked the camera, I saw myself, not moving, and unconscious for like 1 to 2 hours, that was my weirdest experience ever

that makes me sort of wish i had video evidence of wtf went on while i was blacked out because yeah, the huge time jump is genuinely such a disturbing aspect of it. i honestly don't know if it's better to know or not to know; i'm sure it must've been scary to see yourself that way and am sorry you went through that. i hope things are better now.

I still have the wish, but my SI is stronger, and there are more reasons then there were back then not to. It's ebbs, and flows basically. Sometimes it feels like a current pushing me towards it even. Sometimes the pressure is much less, and it's just the thoughts.

i can really relate to the second half of your message, that's what it was like for me for most of my life and a return to that seems like the best case scenario for me atm. paradoxically sometimes i feel like having "more reasons not to" can be even more suffocating when it gets bad though, idk if you feel that too. i am glad to hear your SI is stronger now though. <3

 

[itsgone2]

P.S. Look up empty nose syndrome if you have any doubts

I don't want to take this post off topic but I wonder why you mention ENS? Definitely a thing. People have ctb because of it. I have it; long story. Just don't see much awareness of it.

 

[Pale_Rider]

as the days go by i'm really slowly coming to terms with this, yeah. i feel like because i have an actual plan i somehow convinced myself this couldn't be a real attempt, since it wasn't *the* attempt.

i was also likely somewhat still under the influence when i first made this thread, maybe with illusions of sobriety, but it's hard to tell because since i woke up on sunday it's been like a never ending moment of shock and horror and unreality. i still cannot get more than 2-4 hours of sleep a day, cannot sleep when it's dark, cannot eat properly because my whole skull hurts, cannot see properly because the broken nose makes it so i can't wear my glasses… it's like i'm half dead or still in the process of dying because my body feels like it's deteriorating rather than recovering. i'm still finding news bruises on my body and blood stains in new places, it's literally like i keep "finding out" what happened over and over again and it never stops being jarring. i'm realizing this was actually way, way more serious and damaging than my attempt at 17.

your reply was really helpful in that it made me drop the internal facade i hadn't even realized was there, so thank you. it's mentally debilitating to have to keep up the "normal version" of the events around other people, so i think that's also part of why it never stops being jarring when i'm by myself and the physical evidence of what actually happened is so unavoidable. idk how much longer i can keep up appearances and every possibility's just scary: people finding out, people never finding out, trying to get help, going through with my real plan. it's like there's no way out of this labyrinth.

i am so sorry to dump this all here, i'm grasping at straws still to make sense of what happened. i literally don't feel like i'm myself or that anything's real.

i really appreciate your words though and hope you are well too. <3



that makes me sort of wish i had video evidence of wtf went on while i was blacked out because yeah, the huge time jump is genuinely such a disturbing aspect of it. i honestly don't know if it's better to know or not to know; i'm sure it must've been scary to see yourself that way and am sorry you went through that. i hope things are better now.


i can really relate to the second half of your message, that's what it was like for me for most of my life and a return to that seems like the best case scenario for me atm. paradoxically sometimes i feel like having "more reasons not to" can be even more suffocating when it gets bad though, idk if you feel that too. i am glad to hear your SI is stronger now though. <3

I agree. It's like being in limbo. The pain just has to sit there with no outlet. It's another facet to the pain.

 

[knowledgeseeking]

I am sorry you went through this.

I am also recovering from an impulsive attempt that went wrong. I have been getting different drugs from DNM and just filled a few capsules with mixes of them all and swallowed them. Woke up the next morning with a black eye, scrapes and bruises up and down my body and the skin missing from my foot. I think I fell down the cement stairs on my front porch. I can't say for sure as I have so memory. I guess I called my mom and was speaking nonsense to her and she sent my ex to check on me and he cleaned me up.

It does bring up a lot of crappy emotions including shame.

I wish you the best.

 

[Flubber]

I don't want to take this post off topic but I wonder why you mention ENS? Definitely a thing. People have ctb because of it. I have it; long story. Just don't see much awareness of it.

No worries for asking that question.

I mentioned ENS because after the incident where my nose was "repurposed" by someone, it felt like my face didn't look or feel like mine any longer. The intense feelings of a blocked nose that was actually completely dry/crusty inside most of the time - but running constantly with water-thin mucus when it was cold outside, was so irritating.

Being in temps above 20 degrees C were crippling because it felt like I was trying to breathe through a deflated balloon as my nasal passages felt blocked by something that simply wasn't there; dryness caused that sensation but it felt like a blockage to the point I felt almost suffocated. It had a massive detrimental effect on my mental health because I was in constant discomfort, irritation and frustration. I can see why this condition could drive someone 'over the edge' as it is literally inescapable unless they're really fortunate through surgical means.

Even specialist or consultant doctors do not seem to understand the condition because they cannot see what causes it and seem reluctant to even consider it as a diagnosis. I got lucky as my surgery mostly corrected the shape, which allowed the nose structure to function somewhat like it used to in terms that there's some mucus there most of the time. A lot of folk are less fortunate