MagickalKat777
Bluelight Crew
I don’t even know why I am posting this right now. I guess I am coming here trying to prevent myself from making a stupid decision and throwing away 2 1/4 years of tapering, 2 1/2 years without alcohol, 1 1/2 years without nicotine, and somewhere around 6 years without other drugs.
I have been prescribed benzos since 2004 for panic disorder (and later, agoraphobia and generalized anxiety disorder). Started off with Xanax, hit 8mg a day and cut over to Klonopin, hit 6mg a day and it stopped working entirely, been on Valium since 2010 in the 20-30mg range with the occasional extra pill for serious anxiety.
I have managed to taper down from the 20mg I started on to a current dose of 1.6mg. The first 14mg was all dry cuts and I have been liquid tapering with my own solution for this last 6mg. when I first brought the taper plan up to my psychiatrist, I told her I expected to be off 6/2019. That obviously was way too optimistic.
Fortunately, she has been patient with me as I navigated the waters of doing a liquid taper behind her back when she declined to give me liquid diazepam to do it.
Never in my life would I have thought anything could be so hard. I mean my withdrawal symptoms are so intense that my other mental health disorders (like my bipolar) don’t have enough time to manifest because I’m so exhausted. My anxiety has always been debilitating and I used to drink alcohol just to be able to leave the house and be somewhat productive but ever since I hit 2mg, it’s been exceptionally rough. I can’t even begin to put into words the things that go on but people who have been through benzo withdrawal know - the tinnitus keeps me up at night, the chest pains and nerve pain and sensitivity to hot and cold, the nonstop feeling that everything in the world is wrong, being so lost in the midst of all of this that your therapist sees you literally pulling yourself back from spiraling into dissociative states right there in her office (which you can only visit once a month at the most and have to prepare the entire month for, other times having to cancel and do a session or two over the phone), the agoraphobia, the intense irrational fear, the total inability to recognize the person you see in the mirror almost to the point of immense rejection, oh and the scrambled thoughts like this jumbled mess of text I just tapped out...
I kind of lost my point here... I have found that I am far stronger than I ever would have imagined previously but this is destroying me and I’m trying to hold on to some hope that I can come out on the other side of this and actually be able to have a sober, productive, and happy life that I know I deserve but it’s really hard to see that far ahead when things are going so awful right now. My current taper plan has me going down .005mg per day, which at my current 1.6mg comes out to 4.375% per 2 weeks. Everything I have ever read said this is more than slow enough but it doesn’t seem to be the case for me.
What has me really freaked out is that my roommates and I are planning to move next June and my SSDI review should be somewhere around February next year. I can’t seem to convince myself that as long as I am participating in therapy and working with my psychiatrist that I won’t lose my SSDI and it’s pushing me to push myself to go quicker. It’s also not helping that I am so unable to function that I spend my life with King of the Hill in Kodi on shuffle play for background noise on the TV while I sit all day on my phone. None of these things are healthy and I don’t know how much longer my mental state will support me being cooped up in my room putting all of my energy into tapering.
Fuck! I know all of that was a mess and I’m sorry but I’m not in a state of mind where I can fix it right now... :/
I don’t know what I am looking for with this post or what I need. I just really hope that I can make it to the end. It’s looking very unlikely that my taper will be over before October 2021 and from what I understand, thats when the actual healing begins so I’ll have even more years stuck in my room. I don’t know that I’m that strong... I quite frankly don’t know how I’ve even made it this far. A look through my posts here would probably make anyone wonder how I’m even still alive, I know I sure do..
I have been prescribed benzos since 2004 for panic disorder (and later, agoraphobia and generalized anxiety disorder). Started off with Xanax, hit 8mg a day and cut over to Klonopin, hit 6mg a day and it stopped working entirely, been on Valium since 2010 in the 20-30mg range with the occasional extra pill for serious anxiety.
I have managed to taper down from the 20mg I started on to a current dose of 1.6mg. The first 14mg was all dry cuts and I have been liquid tapering with my own solution for this last 6mg. when I first brought the taper plan up to my psychiatrist, I told her I expected to be off 6/2019. That obviously was way too optimistic.

Never in my life would I have thought anything could be so hard. I mean my withdrawal symptoms are so intense that my other mental health disorders (like my bipolar) don’t have enough time to manifest because I’m so exhausted. My anxiety has always been debilitating and I used to drink alcohol just to be able to leave the house and be somewhat productive but ever since I hit 2mg, it’s been exceptionally rough. I can’t even begin to put into words the things that go on but people who have been through benzo withdrawal know - the tinnitus keeps me up at night, the chest pains and nerve pain and sensitivity to hot and cold, the nonstop feeling that everything in the world is wrong, being so lost in the midst of all of this that your therapist sees you literally pulling yourself back from spiraling into dissociative states right there in her office (which you can only visit once a month at the most and have to prepare the entire month for, other times having to cancel and do a session or two over the phone), the agoraphobia, the intense irrational fear, the total inability to recognize the person you see in the mirror almost to the point of immense rejection, oh and the scrambled thoughts like this jumbled mess of text I just tapped out...
I kind of lost my point here... I have found that I am far stronger than I ever would have imagined previously but this is destroying me and I’m trying to hold on to some hope that I can come out on the other side of this and actually be able to have a sober, productive, and happy life that I know I deserve but it’s really hard to see that far ahead when things are going so awful right now. My current taper plan has me going down .005mg per day, which at my current 1.6mg comes out to 4.375% per 2 weeks. Everything I have ever read said this is more than slow enough but it doesn’t seem to be the case for me.
What has me really freaked out is that my roommates and I are planning to move next June and my SSDI review should be somewhere around February next year. I can’t seem to convince myself that as long as I am participating in therapy and working with my psychiatrist that I won’t lose my SSDI and it’s pushing me to push myself to go quicker. It’s also not helping that I am so unable to function that I spend my life with King of the Hill in Kodi on shuffle play for background noise on the TV while I sit all day on my phone. None of these things are healthy and I don’t know how much longer my mental state will support me being cooped up in my room putting all of my energy into tapering.
Fuck! I know all of that was a mess and I’m sorry but I’m not in a state of mind where I can fix it right now... :/
I don’t know what I am looking for with this post or what I need. I just really hope that I can make it to the end. It’s looking very unlikely that my taper will be over before October 2021 and from what I understand, thats when the actual healing begins so I’ll have even more years stuck in my room. I don’t know that I’m that strong... I quite frankly don’t know how I’ve even made it this far. A look through my posts here would probably make anyone wonder how I’m even still alive, I know I sure do..