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Enduring Withdrawal Syndrome
Part 1- Losing Touch With Reality
I felt like I was in a small room, almost like one of those observation rooms at a police station with the 2 way mirror. A stop on my way into a different world, but facing a wall of windows still looking at the world I just left against my will. I felt crazy. This was my introduction to a state of mind I was blissfully and entirely unaware had existed up till that point. This was my entrance into withdrawal syndrome.
I had been on just 5mg a day of Buspar for my anxiety. It was fabulous. I had energy. I could function. I wasn’t drained and unable to concentrate anymore. I was getting so much done every day. I finally felt normal. But then I was changed off it, stopped cold turkey for some reason that was never explained to me. It is a seemingly harmless psych med. I have learned most doctors don’t think much of it, and are surprised to hear it had such a strong effect when I came off it. In fact, few seemed to even know about withdrawal syndrome at all, and of those who do, none thought Buspar could do this. How are so many doctors this uneducated about these medications?
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t settle. I didn’t understand it at the time, but I was in a full-blown panic attack. Flying my cortisol levels high off the charts wasn’t the only effect. I also was dealing with a crash in…
