Benzos hands down. I haven't touched one since last september. Was introduced to hell and never came back from it. Turns out my opiate use was somehow hindering my recovery, so I quit those too. Cant really feel much worse when you're existentially in absolute abhorrable hell. Been clean from everything just about six months, still lay in my bed most of the day watching the walls breathe, clutching a blanket, praying for death. At least i'm not where I was a month ago, waking up to shit in my pants and a trashcan full of vomit, on planet mars saying "I promise i'm not going to kill you" in the mirror after I hallucinate myself shaking my own head and walking away and wiping the bloody sinus discharge from where it ran down into my mouth. Sound like fun? That's an addiction. Doctor said I had "anxiety". I say he can suck a f***. 23 years old and bedridden.