The idea of being med-free has such a seductive quality for me, but I've got to admit, it's been a disaster every time. I know from experience that most of the time I'd not be able to pen a single sentence without a kick in the butt from my AD and a soothing bit of mind-steadying benzo -- the depression would just be too enervating, the anxiety too distracting. Without my meds, I'd be too listless or locked up with tension to be creative at this point. For me, it's definitely a love/hate relationship with all those little pills. I know how much good they can do me. But I can't stand the fact that I sometimes feel like I'm locked in their grip, and can't simply walk away without some brutal withdrawl symptoms. I guess it makes me feel weak on some level. On the other hand, Klonopin and Effexor XR pack a brutal left hook and wicked uppercut when it comes to withdrawl. Cheshire Cat
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