Yes, that is a lot of the problem. Living alone and no one to converse with. I have days that I do not even speak to a human being. That is really not good, but sometimes I don't want to bother to pick up a phone if I feel too down. No one wants to hear a pathetic tone of voice and attitude. If my sons call, I pretend to be in an OK mood. I am guessing that they have figured that out by now.

Then I have all these thoughts bombarding my brain. My thoughts are not normal at all because of klonopin withdrawal syndrome. I have many intrusive thoughts of awful things. I could list them but they might be alarming to some folks, I know they are to me!