I’m not here to preach because, well, I don’t have any wise words really. All i have is my story. Klonopin, for me, is like a door that once opened leads into a place that you can not even imagine.

It’s a place of peace and happiness. When ever I would take it i was always care-free, which is a great thing for me because i constantly have anxiety. It was the answer to every problem I’ve ever had, yet it made me loose everything. How it could be so amazing and so devistating at the same time i’ll probably never know.

To be honest I don’t care to find the answer either. All i know is the psychological addiction was like a choke hold. I never withdrew, surprisingly because i’ve been taking it off and on for about 3 years now. So no physical dependency, but the craving was always, always, in my thoughts. I don’t miss that part of the drug. That may be the only thing that I don’t miss. It’s really sad and pathetic when I think about how if i had one of those little beautiful horrible pills in my hand at this second I would not hesitate to throw it in my mouth.

It’s sad because I know how Klonopin destroyed my life, but knowing doesn’t seem to matter.