That's what a co-worker said to me today. Now, I admit that I'm in a benzodiazapine withdrawal induced daze all of the time (did more research on this and it's quite possibly going to last another half a year or more...one person, who stopped Klonopin 18 months ago described it as "always feeling as though I am just coming off an acid trip", which I don't know about but I can imagine), but I thought this was kind of mean.
I miss my daughters; they are never going to speak to me again, I feel so isolated here, I'm ashamed of the entire benzo withdrawal thing, ashamed that I can't hold a real job, just really, really down.
Al Stewart, as always, said it much better than I ever could:
"Well sometimes it seems impossible that the game could get that rough
But the stage is set, the exits barred and the makeup won't come off
So you make your bow to the balcony, you light another cigarette
And the lights grow dim as the music starts and it's easy to forget".
I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself. And (obviously) very fatalistic.
Rosemarie