queenscarlet88
Bluelighter
I abused benzodiazepines for almost three years. I quit cold-turkey almost four months ago. My sleeping is FINALLY getting back to normal. But my memory is still fried. And trying to think -- let alone trying to write -- makes me feel like my mind is padded with cotton balls and styrofoam.
What has been SO maddening about this process is that I have had NOBODY to talk to who could understand! Benzodiazepine withdrawal is foreign to most people. They think "withdrawal" means you get the shakes for a week or two, you feel kind of crappy, and then you move on with your life. The awful thing about benzo withdrawal is that it seemed like it had ended after only a couple of weeks. I was sleeping much better, looking and feeling great, my thinking was clearing up. And then the withdrawal began to recur in waves. I would sleep for a couple of days, and then be awake for the next couple, my body feeling as though my nerves were screaming, my emotions like a pendulum from day to day and even hour to hour ... I thought there was a limit to human suffering. I have suffered in ways previously unimaginable.
Benzodiazepine withdrawal is hell on earth. What makes it so hellish is that because benzos are considered "medicine," and because people misconceive withdrawal as a short-term, finite process, there has been nobody in whom I could confide who wouldn't think I was just whining. Perhaps opiate addicts dealing with PAWS can understand what I'm getting at here.
Does anyone on this board understand me? Can anybody help me to endure this suffering; can anyone lend me some hope? Will I ever be back to the way I was, able to think and remember clearly, to write fluently and effortlessly instead of haltingly, with stable and explicable emotions?
What has been SO maddening about this process is that I have had NOBODY to talk to who could understand! Benzodiazepine withdrawal is foreign to most people. They think "withdrawal" means you get the shakes for a week or two, you feel kind of crappy, and then you move on with your life. The awful thing about benzo withdrawal is that it seemed like it had ended after only a couple of weeks. I was sleeping much better, looking and feeling great, my thinking was clearing up. And then the withdrawal began to recur in waves. I would sleep for a couple of days, and then be awake for the next couple, my body feeling as though my nerves were screaming, my emotions like a pendulum from day to day and even hour to hour ... I thought there was a limit to human suffering. I have suffered in ways previously unimaginable.
Benzodiazepine withdrawal is hell on earth. What makes it so hellish is that because benzos are considered "medicine," and because people misconceive withdrawal as a short-term, finite process, there has been nobody in whom I could confide who wouldn't think I was just whining. Perhaps opiate addicts dealing with PAWS can understand what I'm getting at here.
Does anyone on this board understand me? Can anybody help me to endure this suffering; can anyone lend me some hope? Will I ever be back to the way I was, able to think and remember clearly, to write fluently and effortlessly instead of haltingly, with stable and explicable emotions?
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