It's very much a physical dependency, but people build a psychological dependency too. BZD withdrawal can cause seizures etc like alcohol WD does.
Correct, Benzos and Alcohol = no fucking joke. Quitting either substance Cold Turkey can be fatal. That's some serious shit. Opiate + Benzo WDs have caused me seizures before. Not fun at all re-entering the world wondering why in the fuck you decided to sit down on the kitchen tiles, why you're head is warm and wet, and most especially just why in the
motherfuck does your head hurt so bad?
Hmm, headache...bloody head. Bingo! Two and Two that'll make Four, you're on the floor 'cause ya aint got no more! (because I could never have a self-respecting seizure or feint on anything even remotely related to the worst carpet, let alone a couch or... if one could dream, a bed).
Regarding My WDs, and tips to AVOID them (skipping right past the inevitable and always useless, "don't take benzos" because let's just admit it, they fucking work, and for some of us they make life livable, fuck that, I'm takin it further, worth living! again), call me a basket-case, call me a pussy, a crack-pot, a loser, a failure, a psycho... whatever. just toss me that bottle of Klonopin--nope I don't even need the water, but I'll take it, sure--and give me 10 minutes to allow my adrenaline dripping lizard brain and CNS to re-adjust their chemical balance to that of a human...aaahhhhh always forget how nice that feels not submitting to the complete and total sensation of a mini lightning storm going on in my brain, 24/7/365. and all the sudden you don't recognize me, I've just become a "
normal", dare I say respectable (
looking, heh-heh), and may I also add... with only the utmost of truth: smooth-talking-schmoozing-ass-charismatic-motherfucker-who-routinely-writes-
and-cashes-checks-everybody-knows-his-ass-can't-cash-yet-somehow... (when on the proper medicinal dose--mind you, not the "let's get wonky" dose, which unfortunately tends to be the dose I wind up at, *doses benzos, thinking to himself, "better wrap this up quick before it really starts to unravel on me"*... guess I'm just a gluttonous fucker in my own way). "Why, hello Officer!" *bows head slightly to subliminally show the pig he's in charge, when really I have a few felonies in my pocket, thinking all the while to myself how fortunate it is the Pig-Pen tends to attract the*cough*most selfless sons and daughters of integrity, liberty and, perhaps most sacred of all their limitless, boundless as the stars in fact, forever evolving into something... I just couldn't figure out where to take this paragraph, was just tryin too hard, I think it was the excess of sarcasm that backfired on me. Try to hard to be funny... You all just can't imagine what your approval means to me, and, thankfully in this case, just how low I'll stoop to grab it, and not only that, but what I'm willing to wipe off it when I find it, and
not only that, either but just where I'm willing to shove that big old pile of your approval when I get my dirty little mitts on it, somewhere secret, somewhere only I can reach...
[/amateur comedy hour, and I'd like to applaud the commitment of anybody who stuck with me through that ramble of all rambles]
Never had serious WDs from Xanax, and though Xanax is my second least favorite benzo it is by far the one I have the greatest access to because it's so fuck-damn over-rated and thus over-priced. Then again, there's no accounting for taste, and the majority has never been known for their sophisticated appetites, meaning it is the one I binge on the most frequently. After taking 6mg Xanax a day for over 2 months the first day was fine (well, towards the end of the run I would be a little sweaty before my dose time), obviously not good, but fine. Day two I was paranoid and a little sweaty. Like I had smoked a little bad meth. Day three was about the same. Days 4-5 I had a hell of a time trying to sleep. Day 6 Ambien script was filled and the final remaining symptom of my Xanax WD was banished.
However, after binging on Klonopin or Valium, benzos that stay in your system twice, thrice as long.... sometimes those WDs can be a bitch. If you pick up weight for yourself make sure you begin a taper not on time---early. You'll need it. And if you taper properly you won't feel WD at all, if you don't have the will power (as I so often haven't---okay I was straight up lying, as I never do!) you'll just blow through your stash until the bottle of 100 Rivotril are gone and then you'll feel sweaty, paranoid, anxious, stomache cramps, muscle cramps and of course....
introducing the MAC DADDY of all WDs, INSOMNIA--"that's right baby, no relief for you sucker. Your days include all 24 hours motherfucker, now get back to that tossin and turnin" said the manipulative monkey upon my back, whom I was beginning to distrust something fierce. It was almost as if every time he looked me in the eyes, got in my head.... it was like I could feel this terrible emptiness inside myself. And the worst part was... I knew how to fill it, and I did. A coupla times. But the whole just kept gettin bigger!"
And you are right, a Benzo addiction goes deep, they work their way into your life much like Opiates only in an even more insidious fashion. You either try them first to aid Opiate WD, . Or you are going through a rough patch with the wifey or the boss, get yourself a bottle of Xanax (Klonopin if you're a connoisseur, bromazepam or rophynol if you're just a fuckin boss when it comes to doing drugs).
Maybe you're having a hard time at social functions... whatever there's a million triggers for anxiety. Swallow two of those pills instead of one and find yourself at a work party--high school reunion--whatever, and all the sudden you have the courage to ask that long time crush out. And she says yes. Because you were fuckin smooth. You weren't sweatin, you weren't scrambling for words, you weren't second guessing yourself. You were sayin what you mean and spittin game. And most importantly you didn't give a shit what the answer was, all you cared about was nuttin up and putting it out there. And quite possibly it will be for that reason alone that some bitch way out of your league says, "sure, I guess" to you, and later that night you are bustin in her sweat, sweat vagina all thanks to my little helper.....*do a drum-roll in your head, a real fuckin epic one at that....*BENZODIAZEPINES. Anxiety can be a fucking crippling mental illness, and some dumb fuck who knows less about drugs than
me gets to decide what would work best in who's brain?
My brain. And what really fucking boils my blood. No doctor would ever refuse a CPP on grounds that Opiates are addicting, "yeah we could kill your pain, give you your life back.... but then you'd just be a slave, better to live in agony" That's what your doctor is saying to you if you have debilitating anxiety and he or fuck even she possibly says, "I'm sorry those are a last resort" which all of us hip to the beat know that last resort means not a resort at all, in fact, not even a remote possibility"