This past September my Psych died, I found a new doctor who didn't like how much klonopin I was on. (4mg a day) It was a lot and making my cognitive abilies impaired. I was a little apprehensive to taper down but I did it. He wanted me off the klonopin. I took my last pill in the beginning of March. Immediately, I was having withdrawal. It was awful, but I stayed with it because I knew these pills weren't "good". He said to take as needed. Which I started to do. As needed became .25 mg everyday. One of my thoughts through the years was I was afraid I was going to take off my clothes. Well, guess what? That thought came back. It's horrible. I feel like with this Dr. I went back years on my recovery. Today, I sit at home, faking a stomach virus so I don't have to go to work, for fear of taking off my clothes. I don't even think a panic attack woould set it off. I feel like I will just do it. This is day 3. I plan on going to work tomorrow but I don't know how to calm this thought and it leaves me so distressed that I feel like I don't want to work anymore. Ugh. I feel like nothing will help. I'm afraid I will be carted off to Bellevue.
