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I've always promised I would write a success story. I think it's very important for the people who come after us. I know I depended heavily on this section during  the really bad days when I didn't believe life would ever be worth living again.


I'm not going to spend a lot of time on the how and why I found myself on benzos. It's like everyone's story; the doctor said it was safe and I stupidly believed him. My total time on benzos, including my 22 month taper was about 12 1/2 years. I was on Xanax, Klonopin and Valium, with doses up to 120 mg Valium equivalent. Today I am 17 months benzo free.


If you'd like to read the details of the increases up and down over the years, you can find it on my progress log.





I now know that I entered tolerance very early on. I had small amounts of Valium with dental procedures three different times over about a month. It was at that time my muscles started aching and burning and I felt sick and "off".  I had the mother of all panic attacks and my journey with Xanax began.


For the next decade, I declined. I was running a moderately successful business at the time. I went from being independent and traveling widely to being home bound, afraid and so hopeless. I couldn't even go to the grocery store. Any time I was not in my home environment I was in a state of panic and had high pain throughout my body. I thought I had a terrible disease that my doctor wasn't finding. His solution was to try different ADs, muscle relaxers and frequent increases in my doses of benzos. I would feel better for a while after a bump up in dose. No one saw the correlation.


I went to many specialists, including endocrinologist, rheumatologist, gastroenterologist, otolaryrngologist,  cardiologist, nephrologist, naturopathic MD, holistic practitioners,  several chiropractors, two doctors who had written books and promised a cure, a Jungian therapist, a Feldenkrias therapist,  a bioenergetics practitioner, a Qi Gong master,  and even traveled to Vermont from Oklahoma to spend three days and 5,000 dollars with a spiritual healer. My sweet, supportive husband and I went from being financially secure to near destitute.


During the course of these years, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, Celiac disease, Lupus, cardiac arrhythmia, irritable bowel, GERD, essential high blood pressure, Dupuytren's contracture, thyroid deficiencies, sleep apnea, metabolic syndrome, adrenal fatigue, major depression, acute anxiety and PTSD.


About 10 years into this process, I simply gave up. I had no desire to live this life. The single thing that kept me from suicide was having had a friend who hung himself, and I saw the devastation it caused his family. My husband is significantly older than I and I reasoned when he died, I would gladly follow. I just settled in to wait.


I started self medicating with alcohol, which surprisingly made life more bearable. My doctor had taken me off Klonopin abruptly, put me on about a third of the equivalent dose of Valium. When I went back to him telling him how horrible I felt, he told me to supplement with alcohol for a while until I evened out. I remember his words, "Valium is just alcohol in a pill form". I actually felt quite well while drinking. Now I know it was simply the effect on my weary, down regulated GABA receptors. Of course, I needed more and more alcohol to have the same effect. At my worst, I spent a few weeks getting up, feeling hung over, pushing the button on the coffee pot, and going to the garage to have a beer and smoke a cigarette while coffee was brewing. During this time, after a day of consuming 22 beers in a 24 hour period, plus whatever amount of benzos I was on at the time, I experienced an episode of nystagmus and a hospitilization.  The effects of that left me going to the same therapy that stroke victims go to to recover balance and equilibrium. I was a mess. It became a daily struggle to live. I wasn't living, really, I was just existing.


By chance, I was at the library and randomly picked up a newly released book. The title was "The Anatomy of an Epidemic: Magic Bullets, Psychiatric Drugs and the Astonishing Rise of Mental Illness" by Robert Whitaker. The cover had a picture of the brain and the different drugs were written on different parts of the brain. My doctor had just prescribed yet another antidepressant and I wanted to read this book before I tried it,


I got to the chapter on benzodiazepines and might as well have been reading about myself. Practically every symptom I had was represented in stories there. I remember one poor soul in particular who could not take a shower; the water burned his skin and he was terrified of losing control. That was me, too. He had quit taking Klonopin and the symptoms never went away. He started again and felt better - for a while.


I read where care must be taken to taper off and it should be under doctor supervision. I talked to my doctor. He negated my concerns, and said I couldn't possibly be addicted because I took only as prescribed. That was true. I did. I kept looking, and eventually found a free, county operated detox facility. I checked in on December 30, 2010. Before I went that morning, I took 10 mg of Valium, a 1 mg Klonipin and drank two quick beers, just to even me out so I wouldn't be so scared. 11 days of hell ensued. Unfortunately, I remember it all. It took many months for the deep horizontal grooves on my fingernails to grow out. I later learned they were trauma lines from a profound shock to my body. My curly hair overnight looked like a wire haired terrier. I aged a decade, at least.


Librium was used to "taper" me. I came out benzo and alcohol free but was dehydrated and having auditory and visual hallucinations. I literally could not see what I looked at, no matter the strength of the glasses. Riding home, it felt like I was in a boat and the rear end was fishtailing. I did little shrieks and hid my eyes because it seemed like traffic was coming directly at me. Once home, I hid in bed. When my husband had to run out to get anything, I would cover up my head and be so afraid I would die before he got home. I saw a constant stream of pictures on the wall, like a slide show being played and I saw patterns everywhere I looked.


After three days of this, I found a psychiatrist who would see me in one day. I just remember  the hope I felt when her receptionist said "she will help you". I had both Klonipin and Valium in the house but I was determined not to take it. The day before I was to see the psychiatrist, I went to my primary doctor, the guy who had prescribed for 12 years and assured me I wasn't addicted. He blanched at my story, wrote me a prescription for 25 mg  Librium with a 5 day taper schedule. He never again wrote a benzo prescription and never believed me when I told him how difficult it was to fight my way back. He blamed everything on alcohol. Everything -- even though I wasn't drinking at all for at least two thirds of the time I had been so sick.


Sitting in the psychiatrists waiting area, the walls seemed to be breathing in and out and were rapidly changing colors. When I closed my eyes, I saw cartoons playing. When I stood up to follow her into her office, it felt like most of me kept going up a few feet past my normal height and it took several minutes to settle back into myself. I had great difficulty trying to find words to describe to her what was happening to me. It turns out, she knew very well what was wrong. She had me take a couple of Librium while sitting in the office and told me to go home and take Valium, to reinstate, stabilize and then we would begin a taper. A "proper taper" she said. I still see this lovely woman from time to time. Sometimes we reminisce about how bad it was and how scared I was. I'll always be grateful for her willingness to take me on.


Since I still couldn't see, my husband gave me the Valium when I got home. He thought he gave me 5 mg of Valium. Instead it was 1 mg Klonopin, which is equivalent to 20 mg Valium. Before I took it, my heart was flopping like a fish, my muscles were so contracted I literally could not straighten my legs, I was hearing loud pops every time I tried to doze off and the walls were wild with swirling colors. Within 20 minutes of taking that 1 mg Klonopin, I felt perfectly normal, completely at ease, could see clearly and all the effects I've just described were 100% gone.


I've told this so anyone who is getting ready to go down this path will know the truth of it. I think it's important to tell the truth.


The rest of the story is well documented here on my blog. It's on the long side, though, since I've been here almost three years, so I will summarize it.


The psychiatrist reinstated me on 35 mg of Valium and tapered me at a rate of rate of 5 mg a week. As you might imagine, I didn't do well. I eventually found another forum, then this forum and started following the Ashton protocol. The psychiatrist worked with me and allowed me to taper at my own speed.  I never took another Klonopin after that mistake my husband made. I used Valium all the way down.


By the time I found the forums, I was at 7.5 mg of Valium. It took me 22 months and 9 days to taper off. I tried Roxane liquid and experienced intolerable nausea. I honestly can't remember everything I tried now. I do remember the last four months were a daily reduction of about .01 mg and I was using  a small amount of vodka to dissolve the Valium.


Symptoms during the taper were truly brutal but they were nothing compared to not knowing what was wrong with me. I slowly began to want to live. Perhaps the biggest miracle of all was making deep connections on this and the other forum. I started laughing again. I would be up in the middle of the night, huddling in my recliner, sweating, fish heart flopping, feeling like I just might die, and one of my friends would post something that would make me laugh out loud. They probably saved my life. We were all going through the same things and we all chose distraction to get through. Of course there were also many moments of profound sharing and deep insight among us that got me through. That time is easily in the top ten most valuable things that has ever happened to me in my life, not just in my benzo years. I won't attempt to name everyone. If my friends are reading this, you know and you remember how sacred our bond was and is. I humbly thank you.


I'm one of the lucky ones who just slowly began to feel better. It wasn't dramatic. Sometimes it wasn't even noticeable. I started driving again at 1 mg. I made some real progress socially at about 8 months off. At 15 months off, I entered a masters program in psychology. My goal is to become a counselor.  This is very ambitious and maybe even silly, considering I'm 59 and we have no money.


Some people have said they feel reborn during this experience. I think that would be a fair statement. Only the Celiac diagnosis remains. All the rest of the medical diagnoses I was given no longer apply. Even the sleep apnea has gone away. I still take .1 mg of Clonidine for blood pressure, and that's down from .4 mg. I'll eventually be able to stop it entirely. I quit smoking and lost 85 pounds after my taper ended.


There are days when I feel absolutely wonderful in my body. I'm usually full of energy and well being. I've recently begun sleeping 7-8 hours straight through after years of no sleep, little sleep, intermittent sleep and hover sleep. A sleep study during the benzo years showed I woke up 29 times an hour and never reached REM sleep. Last month, another sleep study showed normal REM sleep and waking a normal once an hour.


I don't think I've mentioned this to my friends but the Dupuytren's in my palms is subsiding, the tendon cords are going away. I no longer need the surgery or radiation to keep my hands from further curling and the fingers are beginning to straighten.


I'm cleaning house. I'm almost to the point where it's not embarrassing anymore. When the doorbell rings, I answer it instead of running to hide in the bedroom. I can talk on the phone again. I can shop for groceries and cook a meal and enjoy doing both. I'm volunteering at a prison diversion program as a GED tutor, getting fairly active in a neat little, socially conscious church, and regularly attend a twelve step meeting called Emotions Anonymous where I'm making friends and building intimacy.


I started seeing a therapist four months before my taper ended. He has been so valuable to me, teaching me that life could not be lived well in isolation like I was doing. He pushed me to become a "we", not an "I".  I honestly don't know if he fully believed me on the benzo story. I'm one of two people he sees that have gotten off benzos. He commented recently that we were both getting our lives back and he wished his other patients would consider coming off. The therapeutic relationship has proved transformational for me. This is why I am so intent on becoming a therapist. I would very much like to help someone as I have been helped. I'm hoping to find a niche in the world of substances, particularly benzodiazepines. I don't have the heart to fight litigiously. I do have the heart to help people one at a time. That's my goal.


Today I sat down and wrote three papers for school, they weren't long or difficult papers. They were simply digesting and summarizing some outside assigned readings. I was focused and disciplined, and I polished off the assignment in about 6 hours. Then I walked the dog a mile, returned a phone call, and sat down to begin writing this story.


I planned to say more, but it feels like it's well covered. I hope you can get a feel for how sick I was, how hopeless I was and now how hopeful I am, and how well I feel.


People usually want to know if we are 100% healed. My best answer is that I don't know. When this started, I was in my 40s. Now I'm almost 60 and post menopausal. My body is different. My priorities are different. I'm more content with simplicity. I can honestly say that I'm living life fully, and that I can make plans far down the road with a high degree of comfort Ill be able to keep the plans and not cancel because I'm too sick.


Relationships have become so important to me. I feel less anxious, less self-monitoring, more self-accepting and more relaxed with people. It's as if the internal critic has been almost muted.


Life is about to get too busy and I'll undoubtedly begin to spend less and less time here. That is the natural flow of life and it is a healthy thing. But as I said before, I have many friends here. This is still my chief social outlet. I still come here first to report successes and failures and to celebrate and commiserate with others.


If you have managed to wade through this and have questions, I'll be happy to try to answer them. If you are still suffering so much that you think life is just not worth it, please take heart and do whatever you need to do to endure it and let time pass. Passing time is key. It simply takes time for the brain to heal. I really believe now that we all heal. There is no set time frame and we are all truly different. The body and mind are amazing, though. Given the smallest of chances, both heal.


I'm ever so grateful for the support of friends here, to Colin for maintaining this amazing forum, to the administrators, moderators and all the BB team who give so selflessly of their time and hearts. Without all of you and my steady husband, I would be a causality. It's just the truth.


Thank you for listening,



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It is a wonderful success story Flip :hug: Its inspirational  Thank you or taking the time out to do it. You have come a long way dear Flip, I am so happy for you and what you have achieved


I am wishing for you all the great things life has to offer


Margo :smitten:


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Hi Flip -


Once again, your writing is wonderful!  I love reading your prose, your story.  You are truly an inspiration for us all.  Your words touch me very much and I am so grateful for them, and ever so happy for you.


I may have questions later as time goes along,



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Happiness! :'(.  Brings tears to my eyes. I'm very close to finishing after tapering for two years so I'm excited to get my life back.  So happy you have yours.
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I am in a wave and someone just alerted me of this and I am crying, I missed you Flip but I needed time away from BB's and to get in touch with everyone seemed to overwhelm me but I always thought of you every day and hoped you were healing more and more.


I will now have a read but I am absolutely ecstatic to hear you are healed, it was a long journey I know.


I am so happy for you, I remember when you posted about being able to answer the phone again and people watch, that was such a long time ago and since then you have became benzo free and now you are healed... it's just wonderful.


Well done, enjoy life with Mr Flip and make up for all that time lost, I am sure you will.


Big congratulations, you made it !!!!!!!!!


Oscar  :smitten: :smitten: :smitten: :smitten:

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That was indeed an inspirational story.  I hope you achieve your dream of becoming a therapist specializing in benzo recovery.  We need therapists trained in this area.  Many thanks for taking the time to write your story.





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Flip!!! :clap:  Fantastic Success Story.  I can't thank you enough for the hours of distraction and education that I received reading your posts here, especially during my taper.  You and Donna, Lisa and Molly and others on that crazy party thread also gave me many a needed laugh in an otherwise lonely and isolated day.  You're a huge asset to BenzoBuddies and I thank you for your valuable contributions to the forum.


I'm so happy for you girl!  :thumbsup:


Love,  :smitten:



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Dear Flip, what a wonderful success story. And that is truly what you are. I am so very proud of you for going back to school to make a difference. What an amazing person you are. I know people that are still taking these drugs and many other drugs too. They cant seem to see that they feel the way they do because of the drug. I am so happy for you that you saw what was happening to you and took the road less traveled to be healed.


You said that you and your husband were broke. The truth is you are far more richer. You now have your life back and also what you learned on the way is invaluable. Everything you said is what we on this forum can relate to. How blessed we are to have each other. I am grateful for you Flip. Thank you for sharing your story it means the world to me.


Love Jackie :smitten:

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Dear Flip, I am so happy for you. 


When you and the other folks came to BenzoBuddies from another site that had recently closed, I was so impressed by the way in which you encouraged, and assured them that everything was going to be okay.  You were like the proverbial mother hen, tending to her flock, making certain that no one got lost.  It was obvious to me that they had a lot of admiration and respect for you.  And so do I.   


Describing your struggle, as you journeyed from the bottom of the pit to the top of the mountain is sure to inspire the many folks who are still courageously fighting to reach that happy milestone, when they too, can write their success story. 


You have given them the hope and the impetus to never give up.  Your words will encourage them to keep on pushing forward, no matter what the odds.


Flip, we have shared fun times, and we have shared serious times.  Knowing you has been an awesomely amazing experience, because you are an awesomely amazing person.  I wish you all the joy and happiness in the world.


pj  :mybuddy: 


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Tears of relief and joy!! No words can really say what it means to read your success story Flip.


I have always considered you the bedrock of this place, and have looked to you as a beacon in my own personal journey.


I am humbled and thrilled at the same time to be able to call you my friend.


I'm so happy for you - please know that you have all of my best wishes for a beautiful and fulfilling second half of your life.




M.  :smitten:

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Hello Flip,


Thank you for writing this wonderful success story!

I wish you much happiness and I am so very pleased to read this story, it is inspiring.

Wishing you much success and happiness.


Love from Lib x  :smitten:


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What a remarkable and beautifully written story Flip, it brought tears to my eyes.


I'm thrilled that you are now feeling so well and I wish you continued healing because you so deserve it !


Thank you for sharing this amazing story  :thumbsup:


Love Debbie  :smitten:

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Flip -What a beautifully written success story. It's truly inspirational. Thank you for taking the time to write and share your experience with us.  It is healing to read it. Thank  you!
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I am bawling....I am so happy for you. And even though it seems so far away I am hopeful for my future without benzos. Thank you for being the kind and open-hearted person you are and for sticking around to support others.


Blessings on your new life!


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Dear Flip,

  Months ago I reached out to you as I was having a tough time with the final stages of my taper. You responded with gentle words reassuring me I would be able to complete the task and be well. I will never forget your kindness.

  Reading your story today is like the next step...first you took my hand and walked with me and now you are letting it go, again telling me I will be fine. I am so happy for you Flip. Thank you for telling your honest and inspiring story. It gives us hope.

  Good luck as you complete your studies and move forward.




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See...I told you that we didn't need the Mayans to heal!  I told you!  So happy for you, my dear Flippister.  "You've come a long way, baby!"






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For all of us who have followed behind, thanks for taking the time to write a very encouraging success story! They are lifelines on bad days and keep us moving forward as patiently as possible.

Well done!

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