Pathologizing Personality

This blog will discuss the modern reflex to ascribe a pathology to personality traits.  It is a critique on our western culture and our blind faith in the professional class. I will discuss how I ended up (unwittingly) taking benzos a few times for short duration and the very real trauma which created the need for help sleeping.  The origins of my story stem from being caught up in the American immigration system and the trials and tribulations of the culture shock I experienced being a young immigrant with different values.  This blog begins at almost 5 months since my last does of Ativan, prescribed to me by a GP who didn't warn me (even though the FDA has issued a black box warning).  I knew to avoid Xanax but had no idea what lorazepam was.  He wrote me a prescription and said it would help me sleep.  He didn't tell me it would be the hardest thing in my life to overcome (and I have overcome a lot). 

This is not a doctor bashing blog.  It is simply a discussion about how I ended up here even though I was suspicious of doctors.  I specifically sought help from a GP because I had bad experiences with the mental health system as a young man.  My lapse in judgement stemmed from a desperation to sleep during extremely traumatizing experiences.