...I can't imagine what the people hooked on benzos or alcohol go through which is supposibly even worse and it can kill you.
Been there, never gonna do that again. PERIOD. Fuck.
Opiate withdrawal (going through a mild one now unfortunately) is a joke (I don't mean that literally, I sympathize with everyone and anyone who has gone through opiate withdrawal and I know it's no fucking joy ride) when compared to benzo withdrawal. I was on benzo's everyday straight for 2 months. I was taking Etizolam, Xanax, Lorazepam and Clonazepam everyday, switching up the doses and types trying to see what mixes good with what and how it affects me. During that month and a half I also picked up a bad crack habit and binged on crack for a week straight as well for the first time, 3 rocks a day. Anyways, long story. One day I said fuck it, stopped the crack after that week (smashed my pipe for psychological re-assurance and boost) and told myself that I don't need this shit anymore and just stopped cold turkey, crack and benzo's. What followed the during the next 3 weeks was hell on earth for me and the stupidest thing was I didn't even know why this was happening and I thought it was some form of flu/disease.
I actually thought I was dying on the inside and outside (if that makes sense). I remember waking up one night after stopping (can't remember how many days it had been) with an intense pain in my stomach, extreme nausea (but I couldn't throw up for the first few hours, just dry heaving and gagging) having to take a shit at the same time but couldn't, sweating profusely, feeling cold and hot, shaking and clenching so bad I thought I was gonna break something. I remember laying on the washroom floor in pain and shivering for hours until I somehow decided I should find a softer warmer surface to lay down on, like my bed. I couldn't sleep for more than an hour without wanting to throw up all over myself and just shivering, ripping the blankets of myself only having to pull them back on a few seconds later. This was the first 3-4 days.
After that, the physical symptoms decreased to the point were it
finally felt like I had a typical flu and fever. I still had nausea and abdominal problems. But the shaking had decreased. I just remember laying in the bed moaning from the nausea and feeling so fucking tired but I still couldn't have a proper sleep.
This is when the psychological symptoms started to kick in to full fucking gear. The next week and a half I don't know how I made it without killing myself. (wow just typing this up and thinking back is making me feel sick). I would pace around the house nauseated and feverish, moaning and just tearing up from the extreme sadness and anger I was feeling. At times I couldn't stop myself from tearing up and just calling out to people in my house scared outta my fucking mind that this was it , I was somehow going to kill myself. It was insanity. Literally. I was having the most extreme panic attacks, my heart was beating so bad and my thoughts were racing. I was thinking all this irrational stupid shit all the time 24/7, at the same time having a fever, feeling like throwing up , stomach cramps and bad constipation. I can't even properly begin to explain what was going on in my head. Just imagine the words "straight jacket", "psychosis" and fucked up beyond whatever you thought you could imagine to the point were your just about to lose control but somehow by some miracle you don't.
Anyways, this psychological delirium lasted for a good solid week until it gradually lessened with the support of the people around me.
The week after that I was STILL struggling with physical symptoms. Still had stomach issues and felt weak and "sickly". Eventually by the end of the third or fourth week I was almost back to normal.
Fuck, I don't know what was worse, the physical symptoms or the psychological ones ( I think the psycho ones outweighed the physical ones 60-40). I'm somehow convinced that what I experienced was also due to the fact that I had actually at the same time contracted a stomach virus coupled with withdrawal symptoms. Anyways, I'll never know.
That was a chore to write up/ think of again.
Ironically after all that, I'm going through a small opiate withdrawal stage now. Fuck it, I think I'm just going to stop for this year. It's been too taxing on the mind and body to keep having these phases.