MY STORY ABOUT KLONOPIN
Benzodiazepine Tranquilizers (Benzo’s)
By DAVID FAVA
This was me the day I left treatment. 30 days after my last dose of Klonopin.
Since 1996, I began suffering from debilitating panic attacks and could find no relief until one day, in the emergency room, a doctor brought me my first dose of Clonazepam. Within minutes, I began feeling relief.
“It’s not Adderall or Oxy. It’s Klonopin. And doctors are doling it out like candy, causing a surge of hellish withdrawals, overdoses and deaths.” ~ Christopher Byron 2011
And so as the years went by and as I developed tolerances to each dose, I increased the dose until 2011 when I was taking between 12 to 15 milligrams a day and finding no relief. In fact, I was getting sicker and experiencing panic and anxiety attacks exponentially worse than the ones I was having in 1996. I had neuropathy over most of my body and was having many other health issues that I later discovered were a direct result of years of exposure to the Klonopin.
In 2012, I submitted to a treatment facility in Costa Mesa, California and began a journey I can only describe as hell on earth – Benzo Hell – withdrawing from years of exposure to Benzo’s.