Fuckin A. I thought I had Parkinson's disease, or something before coming off - either way I was sure I was proper fucked. Truth is, & I'm not proud, but I've NEVER known anybody to consume those fuckers, like me. I had no qualms about cracking a bottle of xans, or vals before doing a weight of gear, no shit, & that was a couple of times a day, at one point. Please , don't try to one up me here, it's NOT a contest. It was soo bad, I thought, for real, I'd be on them (benzos) the rest of my life, easy. The shit that scared me was when motherfuckers were saying they'd seen me at such & such club - & I'm like, fuck that, I'd NEVER be seen dead there - & of course, they'd show me pictures and I looked flat out terrible, fucking ashamed; I tell u. AND when I ran low, I'd tear up & shit, & shake, my hands were like an old mans, drool, etc etc. It was the worst. Putrid - springs to mind. I got to a stage where nothing i took got me off guts - it just made me normal - it became my new scag. Just like how i was on that shit. DEPENDANT. I'd need benzos to eat, to shower, to fuck, to shave - you name it - & suicide seemed a logical solution & viable option. It was hopeless... To top it off, I got a connect in **********, who had the super strength ones, plus benzos we dont come across often here in Aus. It was fuckin' bleak - to say the least. Even my friends hated what I'd become.... BUT. I did come to a point of saturation - eventually. Not physical - mentally... One day, I was over it. That sounds too romantic - it poss wasn't one day - but it happened. When I had it in my head to reduce - & I came clean(ish) to someone (my doc) and I started getting daily pickups only, & I was black-listed from doc's Aus wide (as I soon maybe from BL, lol) then it was only a few months of being on minimal diazepam (50mg, then 45, 40..30..20,10,5) that it became tolerable... and I started seeing glimpses of who I am, truly am... the dude in the mirror. I'm not going to lie, I went thru some (moderated) hell... nightmares etc, twitching ... but I remember when the bad symptoms started to subside, that there was hope. One day, a month or so later at the end of the tapering, I woke up, the sun was shining, & I knew... there & then, I was gonna beat this motherfucker. For real. The end was nigh...
Now here I am, three years later, on a subX program - but benzo free. My mind is back, arguably, and though I might not have the same faculty I once had - I'm close - damn close. Hey, I'm still volatile (coughs)... & I get pissed of at niggas at the drop of a hat - & I'm not v good at being told no, but I made it, & if I can, anyone can. You can.
Sooo, good luck to ppl who be wanting to get 'cured'... For me - it started, by telling the truth - & it was the best fucking thing I've ever done.
PtP