I was in a hospital for depression, wrongly committed so I had no choice but to go cold turkey. No amount of money could have gotten me another klonopin. I was in lock up basically with no rights. My blood pressure soared to 220/120, that is stroke level. At least I got put on propranolol, and am still on it.

I think that doctor was a sadist, no kidding. He was famous for doing that to patients, some had seizures and had to go to another hospital for treatment. Being a health care worker myself, I knew what a joke for a doctor he was and we had words, many times while I was at that so called "mental health" treatment center. He released me early, but not before threatening to sue me for defamation of character, and said he would report me to DHEC, claiming that I bought and sold klonopin illegally! I must have rattled his cage, huh?

I have an attorney waiting to file charges against him and the doctors responsible for my situation. However, I do lack a lot of funds and mostly the kahunas, if you get my meaning, to go through with it all. I need to get both. That doctor needs to be called on the carpet for all his misdeeds. Seriously.

I've had another sleepless night, feeling wound up so tight for no reason, maybe it was from talking about this or the half a coke I drank. The torture is endless with this. It's hard to not think that I am being punished for something I did wrong in my life through all this. Do I deserve it? Maybe. I do have to believe that one day I will get some peace and will finally rest.