I tried very hard to combat the withdrawal of Klonopin. Have had a lot of rough days, and struggled through it. Today I succumb to the nasty grip. The worst part is I have no one to blame but myself, and my wonderfully messed up brain. This is not a “poor me” post, but rather a “you stupid fucking idiot” post. As I sit in the Walgreen’s pharmacy waiting room, there is a mirror across the way, and I can’t even look at myself in it right now. I know it will get better…it has to. I hate struggling, more than I hate anything else in life.