So I'm right back where I was a month ago: Day 4 without Klonopin after going on a five-day binge (sixty 2mg. tablets). Nursing a 25oz. Natty Daddy beer to keep the anxiety at bay, but I haven't really had any to speak of anyway (only when I get startled awake with morning anxiety). Will I ever learn???
Other than my idiotic drink/drug intake, I'm actually doing pretty well. I mean, I'm not falling down drunk and making an @$$ out of myself or anything; I'm getting things done around the house, seeing my friends, helping my mom, writing/recording music, etc.
I know, that sounds like total denial, justification, etc. And you know what? It probably is. The only thing that makes me feel even remotely good about myself is that I'm still a good person despite my addiction. I'm a Christian. I'm a vegan. I try to be the best friend, son, employee, etc. that I can be. I probably suck at it half of the time, but at least I keep working at it.
Okay, enough of my mindless babbling...
Love,
Dreamflyer