i saw my T today and the withdrawal is getting better as far as the heart thing and hearing my name. I still have days of wondering what's true and what isn't and my little dogs brown eyes are still branded in my brain. I had to have him put down and I remember seeing his little face. I feel as though I killed him even though I had no choice. What keeps me paranoid is the replies that I give to posters. Is it sound advice or am I really saying words I shouldn't. I guess this is also psychosis. Last night I lay in bed trying to decide if I had a scooter or not. Really stupid. I just don't want to say something I shouldn't, you know. So please let me know how I'm doing and if I am for real. Thanks...pj56