^ Isn't it so fucking annoying when your shrugged off for correcting your doctor? It took me almost two months and nearly $10,000 (which I am in no position to pay off due to the fact that I can't work) to get a diagnosis of pulmonary embolism because the doctors would NOT listen to me.
I told them straight up like a thousand times, just because I have a clean chest X ray that doesn't mean all my issues are anxiety related, stop fucking sending me home and do a CT scan! Pulmonary embolism DOESN'T show on a chest x ray, only damage and scarring caused by massive embolisms will show. Apparently none of the doctors I spoke to knew this. I went back and forth between the hospital and cardiologist for months because I was, essentially, suffocating in my own body every day but no... EKG and chest x ray is fine and you have a diagnosis for anxiety therefore this is all in your head 8).
Ahhhh, this gets me so heated thinking about doctors ignorance! Then I was labeled a drug seeker when I told them my right leg still hurt like hell (likely due to DVT) after getting shitty IV Toradol, which btw made my heart race and caused me to feel faint... On the chart, there was a remark that said "anxiety" and "drug user", which I can only assume that they think I have a scheme where I come into hospitals every time I have a panic attack and rack up debt just to get some painkillers for my leg, painkillers I can buy on the street... Then, when they finally listened to me and did a CT scan with contrast, what do you know... I have bilateral pulmonary embolism, and thousands of dollars of debt from unnecessary testing

. Jesus, I hate dealing with medical professionals.
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Sorry, went a little off topic there... on topic, I have to agree that GABA withdrawals are misery, especially if you have anxiety to begin with. Phenibut withdrawal sucked balls and etizolam withdrawal was horrendous. Thanks to the hospital insisting my problems were from anxiety and getting dosed with small doses of ativan, I STILL haven't recovered fully and it's been like 6 months, though I'm definitely past the acutes which were miserable and filled with extreme agoraphobia and paranoia. An overall disgusting feeling that blows opioid withdrawal out the water (kratom was my main staple, but I indulged in pharms and tar at least once a week).
MK, I have to ask though, why did you take the carbamazapine? Couldn't you just say you were taking it or was she actually piss testing you to make sure you were taking the meds?