Wednesday, July 11, 2018

July 11th

I kinda thought it was Thursday there for a second. This week has been pretty slow if I do say so myself.

I've been thinking a lot about my Klonopin crap lately. This is mostly due to the fact that withdrawal is currently pretty unpleasant and I'm getting increasingly worried that I'm going to have another one of those bizarre, massive panic attacks I had that got me put on Klonopin in the first place. That was September of 2014, if you can believe it. I've been on this garbage for almost four years. I'm seriously looking into something like a detox facility for after I take my last dose, because I can only imagine it'll be kinda rough. But those places are usually for people with addictions or who overdose, etc. whereas mine is a chemical dependency that came from taking a prescribed medication exactly as it was I don't know what to do about that. My psychiatrist has never seemed like she cared much. She strikes me as the "you pay me, I'll write you a script" kind of doctor, not someone who is particularly interested in how I'm actually doing. She cares because it's her job, not because she's empathetic. Or so it seems.

Any advice is welcome.

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