I’m coming up on seven years off Klonopin, a commonly prescribed anti-anxiety drug which was supposed to help me deal with some panic attacks I started having in 1999. The reality is that Klonopin is an evil, evil drug. I had no idea what was happening to my brain and, after I stopped taking it, I experienced a withdrawal the likes of which I could never have imagined. I was physically, emotionally and psychologically devastated for years. I started to attend 12-step meetings, and it is there where I met other people who could relate to some of what I had been thru. I felt a sense of community. When COVID-19 hit, I lost my community. I say the Serenity Prayer each morning, right after I brush my teeth. It helps.
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Born on June 5, 2020 during COVID-19