Hello everyone, this is my first post on these forums. I kind of found these forums by chance while searching for helpful information regarding benzo withdrawal, and helpful information is what I found, but also much more. I feel like I found people I can relate to, and have a chance to talk with them. I found you.
Right now I feel that my cognitive abilities are really fucked up, it takes me ages to write stuff I should be able to do much faster, so bear with me and my possibly messy text, I have a hard time judging it myself right now

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I've been prescribed and eating mostly clonazepam and temazepam for 3 years or so, my memory is quite hazy though so I'm not even sure about the exact dosages, except that they varied a lot and that I must have eaten a few thousand pills according to all the empty pill bottles. I actually thought I was mentally ill and the doctors insisted that I have somekind of a permanent and life-long mental illness which can't be cured, so I was happily eating the pills which I now believe were/are infact the sole cause of my problems (I started eating them because of depression). Ironically I tried to kill myself twice with benzos without even knowing what they were doing to me, I didn't even realize I was physically dependant on them at that time, I just thought that it was me being sort of broken beyond any repair.
So I've been living alone for a few years in this haze, not knowing what's wrong with me, smoking weed most of the time to alleviate withdrawal symptoms I didn't know existed. I'd say weed is the only thing that kept me alive during this time, it really was the only thing I could find true joy in life and thus it became a reason to live. Sort of a sanctuary, one true ally that I knew would never let me down.
Now my memory is failing me and I really lost the track of what I'm trying to write/say, but I'm sort of forcing myself to do this because I remember wanting to do so, even though my mind is constantly making up excuses why I should delete all this text and just stay in isolation.
Anyway, as soon as I realized that benzos are actually causing all this shit, I sort of panicked and started withdrawing way too fast, probably nearly killing myself in the process. Right now I feel like I'm on the safe side, though the symptoms are making me wish I was dead. This is my third night without any benzo at all (after a fast, 3-4 week tapering with clonazepam and going CT with temazepam about a month ago) and things are quite confusing and reality seems like a stranger. I'm confident that I don't want to take any benzo ever again even if it might alleviate the symptoms I suffer from. I really hate benzodiazepines more than anything else in the world right now, and that feels like an understatement.
I'm too afraid to smoke weed right now because of the risk of seizures, but I'm hoping I can start smoking again after three more weeks or so. Hell, I find even regular sugar somewhat dangerous at the moment, I feel it makes me very anxious and I get cravings constantly (long time sugar addict hehe).
Nights are the worst, my brain works the least during that time, so hopefully I'll be able to write something more coherent tomorrow. This took me over 1,5 hours I think
