So, it’s been a bumpy road.
Well, no. It’s been a bumpy road and while I was at it I fell asleep and had a nightmare. Yea, that’s more like it.
My withdrawal syndrome on the first week was merely physical. However, during week two the nasty evil strike me mentally. Paranoia: check, anxiety: check, depression: check, suicidal thoughts: check, severe loneliness: check. What did I miss?
I am however, still alive. I only took one pill from ‘the forbiddens’ because I really couldn’t stand it any longer and was really on the edge of my breakdown.
Now I’m on to my week three. Things are still not getting any easier yet, but I know I’ll survive this as well.
One step at a time, that’s what I keep telling myself — and you should too if you’re fighting your life to be free from drugs (prescribed medication in my case).
One step at a time.