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I'd like to detail my back ground a little bit, I've been clinically depressed for the last 9 years and have received anti depressants and various forms of counselling I didn't find helpful. I eventually settled on taking Mirtazapine daily.
A friend recommended benzos to me when my anxiety got worse about 4 years ago. I started on Etizolam, and was then eventually prescribed Diazepam. Due to a slightly older doctor, in a rural location, I was given an open ended prescription, starting with 2's, then 5's, then 10's, 56 tablets every two weeks, one to be taken daily.
I was happy to start with, then started saving some to take all at once, then started drinking (after a while heavily) on them. When the buzz from that died, I started obtaining them illicitly. Sampling pretty much every commonly know benzo in the UK and the States. Needless to say my tolerance got high, to the point where I was taking a couple of hundred MG of Diazepam (or equivalent) a day, sometimes more. There's something that puzzles me at this point, as at the time I was a musician and doing quite well, becoming quite respected. I was "almost" happy at that time, travelling and socialising frequently to perform or DJ. In retrospect I think without the drugs I wouldn't of felt like that, and couldn't of socialised in that manner, but that doesn't really matter now.
Quite soon my friends noticed what was going on, and after an incident involving large amounts of alprozam, ketamine and brandy, and a gig I was meant to play, they became very concerned. I'd been blacking out a lot, and before I took substances and drank, I knew the consequences. I knew I might not wake up, and it didn't bother me at all. I still don't understand why. This continued for some time, most of which I can't remember, leading to me stopping making and performing music and essentially (in my eyes) losing my identity. I became more and more insular, and lost my license for drink driving. Luckily no one was hurt, but it shook my confidence a lot.
Just after Christmas, I was rushed to A & E, after purposely taking an absurd amount of diazepam and drinking a bottle of whiskey as fast as I could. This was the first and only time I felt like I didn't want to wake up, although I can give no real reason as to why. I didn't want to live that life anymore I guess, and wanted to die. On awakening in hospital, the doctors couldn't believe the amounts I was claiming to be taking, and thought what I was saying was wasted rubbish. I pleaded with them to take me seriously and let me speak to someone about my problem, but in hindsight I might not of made much sense. After some tests I was discharged, but having taken all of my "stash" on the night in question, and with no way to get any more, I had a seizure some days later. After that they started listening, and on my second discharge from hospital, I was put in contact with a new doctor, and a drug advisor.
My drug advisor was a nice guy, large but gentle. I knew I'd have to be honest with him, and I told him I was determined to kick my addiction. After a while we built a great rapport, and I genuinely enjoyed his company, sadly now he has been promoted, although his replacement seems pleasant enough. At the same time I was appointed a new doctor, and was put on 60mg of Diazepam a day to start with, purely to avoid seizure. The first three weeks were hard, with my doctor reducing me from 60mg, to 50 and then 40mg, explaining that with large dose dependancies, reductions that big could be made effectively and with no issues. I didn't really understand, I felt numb and very sick, but he was right. After stabilising on 40mg for a week or so, I was told that I was to start a taper... 2mg every two weeks.
Luckily, with perseveration I'm now down to 18mg a day, and have recently started Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, which seems to be going well. Along with the Diazepam, I am prescribed 600mg of Gabapentin for pains I get around my back and neck, which started soon after the taper began, as well as 30mg Mirtazapine for my mood.
I'm now feeling a bit lost. Everything feels so hard now, and I have no self belief or sense of self worth. I spend most of my days just watching TV shows and moping around, although I am trying to socialise more, and want to start exercising. Recently I started to very occasionally drink heavily again, ultimately leaving me feeling ashamed and confused for days afterwards.
I am able to function now, but I still feel I can't do the things I love, or see people I've missed dearly, which is upsetting me greatly. If anyone could offer some help or guidance, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm very insular now, and even if I do see my friends I feel I can't talk to them about this.
Sorry for the essay, this is the first time I've written it all down and its been quite hard. Quite a lot is hazy as I'm sure you can imagine.
Thanks,
T
A friend recommended benzos to me when my anxiety got worse about 4 years ago. I started on Etizolam, and was then eventually prescribed Diazepam. Due to a slightly older doctor, in a rural location, I was given an open ended prescription, starting with 2's, then 5's, then 10's, 56 tablets every two weeks, one to be taken daily.
I was happy to start with, then started saving some to take all at once, then started drinking (after a while heavily) on them. When the buzz from that died, I started obtaining them illicitly. Sampling pretty much every commonly know benzo in the UK and the States. Needless to say my tolerance got high, to the point where I was taking a couple of hundred MG of Diazepam (or equivalent) a day, sometimes more. There's something that puzzles me at this point, as at the time I was a musician and doing quite well, becoming quite respected. I was "almost" happy at that time, travelling and socialising frequently to perform or DJ. In retrospect I think without the drugs I wouldn't of felt like that, and couldn't of socialised in that manner, but that doesn't really matter now.
Quite soon my friends noticed what was going on, and after an incident involving large amounts of alprozam, ketamine and brandy, and a gig I was meant to play, they became very concerned. I'd been blacking out a lot, and before I took substances and drank, I knew the consequences. I knew I might not wake up, and it didn't bother me at all. I still don't understand why. This continued for some time, most of which I can't remember, leading to me stopping making and performing music and essentially (in my eyes) losing my identity. I became more and more insular, and lost my license for drink driving. Luckily no one was hurt, but it shook my confidence a lot.
Just after Christmas, I was rushed to A & E, after purposely taking an absurd amount of diazepam and drinking a bottle of whiskey as fast as I could. This was the first and only time I felt like I didn't want to wake up, although I can give no real reason as to why. I didn't want to live that life anymore I guess, and wanted to die. On awakening in hospital, the doctors couldn't believe the amounts I was claiming to be taking, and thought what I was saying was wasted rubbish. I pleaded with them to take me seriously and let me speak to someone about my problem, but in hindsight I might not of made much sense. After some tests I was discharged, but having taken all of my "stash" on the night in question, and with no way to get any more, I had a seizure some days later. After that they started listening, and on my second discharge from hospital, I was put in contact with a new doctor, and a drug advisor.
My drug advisor was a nice guy, large but gentle. I knew I'd have to be honest with him, and I told him I was determined to kick my addiction. After a while we built a great rapport, and I genuinely enjoyed his company, sadly now he has been promoted, although his replacement seems pleasant enough. At the same time I was appointed a new doctor, and was put on 60mg of Diazepam a day to start with, purely to avoid seizure. The first three weeks were hard, with my doctor reducing me from 60mg, to 50 and then 40mg, explaining that with large dose dependancies, reductions that big could be made effectively and with no issues. I didn't really understand, I felt numb and very sick, but he was right. After stabilising on 40mg for a week or so, I was told that I was to start a taper... 2mg every two weeks.
Luckily, with perseveration I'm now down to 18mg a day, and have recently started Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, which seems to be going well. Along with the Diazepam, I am prescribed 600mg of Gabapentin for pains I get around my back and neck, which started soon after the taper began, as well as 30mg Mirtazapine for my mood.
I'm now feeling a bit lost. Everything feels so hard now, and I have no self belief or sense of self worth. I spend most of my days just watching TV shows and moping around, although I am trying to socialise more, and want to start exercising. Recently I started to very occasionally drink heavily again, ultimately leaving me feeling ashamed and confused for days afterwards.
I am able to function now, but I still feel I can't do the things I love, or see people I've missed dearly, which is upsetting me greatly. If anyone could offer some help or guidance, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm very insular now, and even if I do see my friends I feel I can't talk to them about this.
Sorry for the essay, this is the first time I've written it all down and its been quite hard. Quite a lot is hazy as I'm sure you can imagine.
Thanks,
T

