Hi everyone. I'm new here. I found you all through a search on google. I am scared out of my mind right now. I have extremely horrific anxiety and panic. I have had anxiety my whole life. My panic started when I was sexually assaulted about 5 years ago. After that my PCP put me on xanax .5mg once a day (4 years ago). She kept refilling the prescription so I never thought of stopping them. She finally told me a year later I should seek help through a psychiatrist. I did a year later. 2 years ago I started having to take more and more of the xanax to make me feel better. My psychiatrist didn't keep track of when he prescribed the xanax to me so I would use more just to feel better. All the antidepressants they tried would never touch my anxiety and panic at this point. When I was really desperate, I would get xanax from my PCP and my psychiatrist in between when I would run out. I honestly was trying to help myself in a very negative way. I carried around this tremendous amount of guilt and pain with me for 2 years. I was lying. But I felt like I couldn't be honest with my psychiatrist. I got up to 3-4mg a day of xanax. I then got put on Klonopin. Which helped because it would stay in my system longer. Until that stopped working. I started to take more than prescribed. I hated myself. I was stuck in a vicious cycle. I recently moved to a different state where they have PDM (prescription drug monitoring) system (I think it's called). Yesterday my PCP out here saw what I was doing. She told me she was going to notify the medical board and all doctors involved. I wasn't using my out of state doctors anymore. She pretty much told me I was "selling drugs" and that if I was taking that much I should be drugged out of my mind. I was not selling them. My body needed them to get by. I feel awful. I ended up in the ER last night feeling like I hit rock bottom and was in the worst mental state of my life. I felt like I was having a nervous break down. I was honest with the ER doc. He made me feel like I wasn't a bad person. I want to get off these things. He talked to me and really listened. Until last night, I never told a soul because it was so embarrassing. My husband was very supportive. I told my new psychiatrist out here exactly what happened. She told me to come in tomorrow. She seemed understanding. I just feel like a horrible person and not worthy of anyone's help. I'm scared when I see her tomorrow she will hate me and not want to see me again. I am terrified of what will happen to me when this doctor "reports" me. Has anyone been in this position? I need all the support I can get. I want to get off of these benzos so badly. They have ruined my life the last 2 years. I curse the day I first took them. If anyone has any insight, I beg of you, please write to me. I am terrified. Thank you all!

