I'm writing this from the comfortably cushioned cocoon of too many clonazepam. I just opened a new bottle. Looking in my personal shelf I saw 2 other unopened bottles. I seem to have semi overcome severe anxiety enough so that I take much less that the prescribed dosage... ergo my 3 full bottles. Formerly full bottles
I don't know why I got the scrips refilled. Saving for a rainy day? Some hidden motive that I don't choose to examine maybe. Because I haven't given much thought to the motives. I could stay high (low?) for quite a while. I doubt that I will. I don't really have an addictive personality.
I'm not sure why I'm posting this.
Maybe because I tend to maintain a very private persona... I rarely share my personal problems, thoughts, and issues. My walls are thick and high... surrounded by moats and mine fields. I don't recall ever asking for help or support.
Lone wolf... Tiger actually... I'm not one to engage in pack behavior.
So maybe I thought I'd share something for a change of pace.
Or maybe I'm posting just because I'm bored.
I have to admit I don't know myself much better than anyone else knows me. And no one else knows me truly. I have a reputation here... I should say I have reputations here. Bad boy... nice guy... caring & compassionate... cold and abrasive... dishonest... honest to a fault. Probably some truth in all of them
But I very rarely digress and I seem to be doing exactly that.
Better stop now