I feel like I've told this story a million times on here, but I got locked up on a legitimate habit of 30-50mg diazepam, 3g gabapentin, and a minor alcohol addiction, and kratom. I went into a state of complete delerium after about 15 days and acted kind of strange before that. I started having "dreams" where I'd "wake up" and I'd still be in my dream and acting it out in front of everyone. I thought the Outlaws, ones I wasn't even affiliated with and weren't even Outlaws were after me, I had absolutely bizarre hallucinations where I was reciting MLK speeches and carving them into the walls (didn't really happen, not real speeches, like I would even know them in the first place.) When I was awake in my block I would put my blanket over my head and see little "gnomes" and was in there with my friend and was like "check this out, put your blanket over your head! There's a forest and gnomes and shit you can see!" These horrible hallucinations have stayed with me and traumatized me to say the least.
I thought my grandparents died, I thought my parents died. It was all fabrication. Horrifying fabrication. Then I'd make my phone calls and realize I was thankfully wrong. I'd tell the guards my parents were dead and they'd look at me like I was an idiot.
I'd ask for a cigarette and they'd REALLY look at me like an idiot.
The nurse at my jail is an absolute cunt. Wouldn't even give me the benzo they use for withdrawal. Gave me an antipsychotic instead which I refused to take but once. Sold them for trays.
Needless to say, extreme GABA addiction -can- lead to some fucked up shit.
It subsided for the most part after my 37 days in jail. I immediately went to rehab and felt normal. Unfortunately, I am back at the doc and back on Valium and Gralise (film-coated "time release" gabapentin) because it honestly does improve my quality of life. Drugs aren't the problem. No drugs are for me.