In my worries about the coming of the end of the world, i am mindful of my world-view when i was in Vancouver in 1999 and so poor and sick. I worried then that the quality-of-life had declined EVERY WHERE. But when my disability benefits came in and i moved back East and rejoined the middle-class, i saw that the quality-of-life had just declined for ME in Vancouver. The rest of the world was unfolding as it should.

So i am mindful of that experience in my current worries. Perhaps for a few days there after my last cut in my benzo taper which was so brutal, it was looking like the end-of-days for ME not all of HUMANITY.

I think i'm going to pause my taper here at 1mg for a few weeks. I can't face another episode of feelings of doom and hysteria so soon. I'll take a few weeks to get some perspective and gather some strength and then tackle the next cut which will be down to 0.5mg as per my doctor's instructions.

Boy, the end of a narcotics taper is sure harder than the beginning!

Has anyone else had this experience of projecting your inner experience onto the world at large?