And while at first, it helped me study for hours on end, get all my work done, and actually function like a productive member of society,

The withdrawals hit me like a freight train out of nowhere...

Almost as if I was coming down from hell.

Panic attacks, anxiety, and jitters took my life down a spiral that would take me 7 years to climb out of.

Every morning, I faced a standstill:

Do I take more meds so I can actually be someone and actually get things done?
Or do I try to quit, but spend the entire day knocked out in my bed, crushed by the withdrawals?
As you likely experienced yourself… The more I took, the worse it became.

And right when I thought I had hit rock bottom…

Had nothing more to lose,

And maybe had a chance at building myself back up again,

I overdosed, and my world went black.

I had to find an alternative or risk losing my life again.