Weather was really nice today so my daughter and I took a rather pleasant walk to the store and back. I've been worried about her because we found out , so we hid all the knives and scissors in the apartment. Her grades have also been slipping. Not quite sure what changed since last semester.

My book proofs came in the mail today, so I've been reading through those and finding formatting issues that were NOT on the file I uploaded from my computer. Covers look cool though. I'll figure it out.

I was taken off 4mg of clonazepam in TWO MONTHS by a moron psychiatrist in the past and then taken off 30mg of diazepam in TWO DAYS by a stupid IP psychiatrist, so no, I DO NOT trust psychiatrists to take me off slowly! The only one I would have trusted is my old psychiatrist who retired, but when I asked him he told me I needed it because my anxiety was severe and he didn't want to take me off it.

I'm so dependent on stupid diazepam and gabapentin I forgot to take my afternoon doses and couldn't figure out why my hands were shaky and why I was so anxious all afternoon and evening until I went to take my night meds and saw I'd forgotten to take them.

I'm so fudging pissed. I don't know WHY I allowed myself to get into this situation again! After my clonazepam experience I swore I wouldn't touch a benzo again and here I am... again... stuck. And facing another nightmare withdrawal where I'll probably cry a few times like last time.

I know. I know. BOOHOO. Deal with it, raspberry.