Hi Everyone,
I think this is my first post in this forum. Maybe not, but thought this was a great question to reflect on and share.

I was addicted to benzos for 25 years and the precipitating event that got me into treatment was the fact that my mom died and the day of her funeral arrived. I had just kept popping ativan and klonopin, not keeping track of what I was taking. Well, long story short, I stood up and keeled over from an overdose at my mother's funeral, literally in front of God and everybody. My own kids wouldn't sit next to me at my mom's funeral. I felt that sting, shame and humiliation and vowed to not make them ever worry about me or be embarrassed by me like that again. I am one of the lucky ones. I lived.

My grandma, aunt and mom died all within a year and it was just too much for me I guess.

Thanks for asking!
Okie