I had lost my job,moved to a different town and when I called my doctor for a refill he basically said too bad...since you moved away you need to find another doctor.
I had no insurance and hardly no money. My so called doctor told me to buy a bottle of jack Daniels to get over the withdrawals and suck it up (long story with him).
As I mentioned before, I was a zombie. The meds decreased my appetite so I had lost alot of weight.
My b/f was very concerned and he stepped in and helped me get off of the meds.
I went cold turkey and it took 3 months in order for me to even sleep a straight 4 hrs.
It was bad,but I had a great support system.
No one should have to go through that,and I could have really made life difficult for my doctor,but I had alot of other things going on that was not right,so dealing with him took a back burner.
Now I am kind of thankful because I don't think I would have gotten off of them any other way.
I still have panic attacks,and am dealing with those one day at a time. If they get too bad I will be finding another doctor,but for now I can usually breathe and talk myself through them...
Chronic Depression, Panic Attacks,Anxiety Attacks,Anorexia
"I am woman,hear me roar one day and cry the next!!!"
Post Edited (ShynSassy) : 3/13/2007 6:04:53 AM (GMT-6)