The prolonged benzodiazepine withdrawal syndrome: anxiety or hysteria?

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I have presented this meta analysis before but, it is worth reviewing again. Note, Definition of meta analysis:  "examination of data from a number of independent studies of the same subject, in order to determine overall trends."

 

https://academic.oup.com/acn/article/33/7/901/4734935

 

"The Residual Medium and Long-term Cognitive Effects of Benzodiazepine Use: An Updated Meta-analysis"

 

Conclusion (in part):

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"In conclusion, the results of this meta-analytic study are important in that they corroborate the mounting evidence that a range of neuropsychological functions are impaired as a result of long-term benzodiazepine use, and that these are likely to persist even following withdrawal. Furthermore, the findings highlight the problems associated with long-term benzodiazepine therapy as well as the important clinical implications of these results. More specifically, it is clear that the residual neuropsychological sequelae must be considered when making treatment decisions for these patients."

 

Conflict of interest

 

None declared.

 

 

My suggestion: search out, analyze and follow the best science available. I will leave this discussion for now and share this link to a song called "Ship Of Fools". The lyrics of the song are not directed to any specific group that I am aware of but, they may be meaningful to many aspects on this journey we call life. Best Wishes

 

 

Lyrics:

 

Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,

Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels,

But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.

 

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

 

Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin' of the boat,

And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.

I won't leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,

With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

 

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,

Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

 

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.

Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.

Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:

Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

 

No argument. The question is how long term.