Lena Dunham

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  1. I am dr addicted to Klonopin and it has taken my life. I think I live in an area where I will not get the right help. I feel like my drs. are drug dealers. I never knew what the outcome would be. I’ve lost most of my life but still trying.

    1. Sandy, hang on whatever you do. Continue the good fight. I was taking Xanax for 25 years, after going through a rough divorce. I never planned on ceasing my medication since it had worked well for me; that is, until I woke up one morning and I was in awful anxiety (Xanax started giving me anxiety rather than taking it away.) I didn’t know what else to do except increase the dose. I had no health insurance at the time to go into a treatment facility. I learned from a friend about water titration, and I know that it saved my life. It allowed me to wean off at a much slower rate, but it was SO worth it! I did titrate a little faster than other people, and; therefore, it took me longer to wean than others. I did have protracted withdrawal symptoms for 2.5 years and now it has been 7 years of being free from Xanax. Practice the following: have faith; wean slowly; find supportive people, i.e. AA and you WILL make it, and you will fall in love with life again–better than ever. Recovery is a process and an education that you will never forget. Cling to God. He knows you.

      1. I’m curious how AA was a support for you. I am at the tail end of tapering off of Klonopin. I take the dose because I know what will happen if I do not. Aka-Hell returns! Making me physically dependent. I’m not addicted. I don’t crave it. I don’t take it to “check out.” In fact, many nights I almost forget to take it. It doesn’t do anything for me at this point.
        Thus, again, I am wondering how AA was helpful to you since the root of the problems are so different.

    2. I feel very similar to what you shared. It’s been 5 years since a NP cold Turkey’ed me off Klonopin. She said it was a bad drug and I shouldn’t take it. I had been taking it for restless leg syndrome for 10 years. The nurse did not tell me what to expect after I took my last pill. The lasting effects took me to hell. Each night I prayed for the Lord to take me.
      Indeed it takes away your life. I live in a shell of my former self. Unemployed and disabled- without disability benefits. There’s no quality to my life. I’m inspired by stories like Stevie Nicks. Perhaps, like she has, I’ll recover someday.