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Babyface
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2005
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Hello, I've been to this board before but only read some posts. This is my first one, and I've not yet told anyone what I'm about to tell you, because I feel so completely stupid about it.
In January 2000 I had a nervous breakdown. I was 22, in college, and working at a crappy cashier job to pay my tuition. Still, I was active and went out with friends constantly. I wish I had seen it coming. I was diagnosed with panic disorder w/ agoraphobia at age 13 (in 1991, a time when the mere mention of mental illness was taboo enough!) and saw a psychologist for a year. My illness soon went (well, what I call) dorment. In January 2000, I collapsed...I quit college and took a leave of absence from work and stopped all contact with my friends...all on the same day.
I was referred to an out-patient program in the mental health unit of the hospital, and was eventually diagnosed with (and I assure you I'm not joking!) Severe Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, OCD, Dysthymia, Social Phobia...and characteristics of Manic Depression. I also possibly have ADHD. I take 50mg of Paxil and I thank God for that pill because my panic attacks were obliterated. But before the Paxil I was prescribed Klonopin...which I promptly got hooked on. Somehow through the haze I realized I had to stop (I was taking 3x the recommended dosage every DAY) and so I quit cold turkey. I have no idea on this planet how the hell I pulled it off, the withdrawal was agonizing & the bottle of pills was in the kitchen cupboard. But I never took another pill.
So here we are today and I am hiding my current addiction from everyone. I know how devestated they'd be if they found out because they nursed me through my disorders and Klonopin addiction. I don't want them to go through that again. But mainly I'm ashamed to tell them. I feel so ridiculous about this, and I'm dumbfounded at how I was able to kick Klonopin of all things...and not this.
I am addicted to Nytol. That felt good to finally admit it, but it's totally absurd. I read stories on here about all the hard street drugs and alcohol people are hooked on & fighting (and many having won the fight!), I read the total hell they're going through, and here I am...addicted hopelessly to a $7 bottle of sleeping pills. But it's ruining my life. My energy is sapped, I go to bed with my makeup on, I've gone days without bathing because I'm too high or too tired. I think ahead all the days I'm off work or have free time so I can stay home and get high. On freaking Nytol. I've even phoned in sick at work just so I can take my Nytol. I organize my schedule AROUND my pills. It's all about the pills. When I can take them, when I can't. I am high on them right now.
There are so many things I want to do for the Summer. I don't want to sit here with the curtains drawn and the room dark throughout the day so I can take pills. God, reading that makes me feel so stupid. How in bloody hell did it come to this? How did I allow myself to be ruled by a bottle of pills? But...I am MORTIFIED to stop taking them. Because then you have to face life with your whole self, and if you screw up, it's ALL your fault. I am scared of the responsibilities I'll have when I'm no longer hooked. It's like...I don't want to go it alone. But I want SO BAD to quit. This stuff makes me lethargic, constipates me, gives me headaches, and still I submit to it. WHY?
Is coming in here and talking about my "catastrophic" addiction to #$!%ing !!NYTOL!! just the stupidest thing you've read? Is it even a real addiction? Pleeeeeease, someone tell me there's hope I might get off this stuff. How did you do it? How did you handle the fear of not having that "crutch" anymore? I've cried a few times over this...it's how badly I want to get off of it! Please help!
In January 2000 I had a nervous breakdown. I was 22, in college, and working at a crappy cashier job to pay my tuition. Still, I was active and went out with friends constantly. I wish I had seen it coming. I was diagnosed with panic disorder w/ agoraphobia at age 13 (in 1991, a time when the mere mention of mental illness was taboo enough!) and saw a psychologist for a year. My illness soon went (well, what I call) dorment. In January 2000, I collapsed...I quit college and took a leave of absence from work and stopped all contact with my friends...all on the same day.
I was referred to an out-patient program in the mental health unit of the hospital, and was eventually diagnosed with (and I assure you I'm not joking!) Severe Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, OCD, Dysthymia, Social Phobia...and characteristics of Manic Depression. I also possibly have ADHD. I take 50mg of Paxil and I thank God for that pill because my panic attacks were obliterated. But before the Paxil I was prescribed Klonopin...which I promptly got hooked on. Somehow through the haze I realized I had to stop (I was taking 3x the recommended dosage every DAY) and so I quit cold turkey. I have no idea on this planet how the hell I pulled it off, the withdrawal was agonizing & the bottle of pills was in the kitchen cupboard. But I never took another pill.
So here we are today and I am hiding my current addiction from everyone. I know how devestated they'd be if they found out because they nursed me through my disorders and Klonopin addiction. I don't want them to go through that again. But mainly I'm ashamed to tell them. I feel so ridiculous about this, and I'm dumbfounded at how I was able to kick Klonopin of all things...and not this.
I am addicted to Nytol. That felt good to finally admit it, but it's totally absurd. I read stories on here about all the hard street drugs and alcohol people are hooked on & fighting (and many having won the fight!), I read the total hell they're going through, and here I am...addicted hopelessly to a $7 bottle of sleeping pills. But it's ruining my life. My energy is sapped, I go to bed with my makeup on, I've gone days without bathing because I'm too high or too tired. I think ahead all the days I'm off work or have free time so I can stay home and get high. On freaking Nytol. I've even phoned in sick at work just so I can take my Nytol. I organize my schedule AROUND my pills. It's all about the pills. When I can take them, when I can't. I am high on them right now.
There are so many things I want to do for the Summer. I don't want to sit here with the curtains drawn and the room dark throughout the day so I can take pills. God, reading that makes me feel so stupid. How in bloody hell did it come to this? How did I allow myself to be ruled by a bottle of pills? But...I am MORTIFIED to stop taking them. Because then you have to face life with your whole self, and if you screw up, it's ALL your fault. I am scared of the responsibilities I'll have when I'm no longer hooked. It's like...I don't want to go it alone. But I want SO BAD to quit. This stuff makes me lethargic, constipates me, gives me headaches, and still I submit to it. WHY?
Is coming in here and talking about my "catastrophic" addiction to #$!%ing !!NYTOL!! just the stupidest thing you've read? Is it even a real addiction? Pleeeeeease, someone tell me there's hope I might get off this stuff. How did you do it? How did you handle the fear of not having that "crutch" anymore? I've cried a few times over this...it's how badly I want to get off of it! Please help!