tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post6246828739915425482..comments2023-12-11T23:17:39.356-08:00Comments on The Klonopin Chronicles: In Which I File the PapersThe Klonopin Chronicleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000707731307885384noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-89513518886037149732013-11-25T09:55:35.184-08:002013-11-25T09:55:35.184-08:00Did the friend pass the test? Does he read your bl...Did the friend pass the test? Does he read your blog? I do :) And I'll be reading your book when its published! Tru dat...to everything you wrote. Karma Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12431373570826419246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-61912046688804364242013-11-25T02:31:16.970-08:002013-11-25T02:31:16.970-08:00Add an alcoholic mother, and for Mr. substitute al...Add an alcoholic mother, and for Mr. substitute alcoholic with drug-addict, like Janet's and there you have my story, years ago! With a history of panic attacks since I was 11, first diagnosed with MDD at 16, and alone in a country I didn't grow up in, I know exactly how you felt when you where driving down that road. Scared as shit! After Done, walking out, the triumph feeling, Hey. Done. ME! Pride In Your Step. I know how huge this step is and you rocked it! You Own This One!!! And whenever in doubt, come to your Nutjobs for support! I am a semi-newbie (long enough to catch on to the acronyms;-) ) and I feel so at home!! Thank you for being so honest, open and funny! Oh, and did I mention I discovered The Klonopin Miracle 4 years ago when my GAD was diagnosed. Found the Ritalin Miracle about 7 months ago, when ADD and Borderline were made official at the age of 46. Makes for a very interesting mix! But anyway, (ADD moment) I'm so happy to know I'm not the only one! Thank you! You will Rock through the rest of this one! Cause You Do! Done.ADDutchgirliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07465786678204280463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-22181567394954768452013-11-23T14:05:17.838-08:002013-11-23T14:05:17.838-08:00It's usually the sorrow detector for one party...It's usually the sorrow detector for one party and the bullshit detector for the other.<br /><br />Man. Don't I know.<br /><br />You're brave and doing good...hang in there.Carrie - ASassyRedhead.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01630927332651091393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-90981502071779500142013-11-22T18:02:59.275-08:002013-11-22T18:02:59.275-08:00HOLY EFF - you're a god-damned wordsmithing ge...HOLY EFF - you're a god-damned wordsmithing genius AND also a strong-ass woman. Huge, huge step. It felt like I was going right up to that courthouse with you (and I was ALSO oh so worried I had procured a weapon while inside and would be caught red handed on the way out). Bravo. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-42782817955805251862013-11-22T09:50:16.708-08:002013-11-22T09:50:16.708-08:00Like. A. Fucking. Boss. Sometimes bosses cry too. ...Like. A. Fucking. Boss. Sometimes bosses cry too. Good job, love. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14021386971016023116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-60271582732913604712013-11-21T18:51:31.283-08:002013-11-21T18:51:31.283-08:00Wow....I wouldn't want to get lost in your. I...Wow....I wouldn't want to get lost in your. It sounds like a dangerous neighborhood. Bravo on your courage to write it all down!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08228254605684607435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-85831955194666978222013-11-21T12:42:43.174-08:002013-11-21T12:42:43.174-08:00*hugs* I have rarely felt such great relief as I ...*hugs* I have rarely felt such great relief as I did the day my divorce went through No more violence or "you're not good enough"s. Just...done.Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12495368618804305072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-64226854393532863532013-11-21T08:01:19.422-08:002013-11-21T08:01:19.422-08:00Good for you Klonnie, proud of you!Good for you Klonnie, proud of you!Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16648735396667553633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-62175518561912260372013-11-21T07:42:42.081-08:002013-11-21T07:42:42.081-08:00Big, big hugs, Sweetie; I walked (stumbled, crawle...Big, big hugs, Sweetie; I walked (stumbled, crawled) this path myself 3 yrs ago. Keep breathing; you are not traveling alone. xoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10551218014806426969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-26592946520793583192013-11-21T06:07:01.629-08:002013-11-21T06:07:01.629-08:00You did good. Nerves and all, you still got throug...You did good. Nerves and all, you still got through it with style. Onion style, but style none the less.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03544572327073173040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-51833161631311768532013-11-21T06:02:11.733-08:002013-11-21T06:02:11.733-08:00wooohoooo! You did it!wooohoooo! You did it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-15403347407790630112013-11-21T05:32:21.876-08:002013-11-21T05:32:21.876-08:00You have me laughing and crying uncontrollably at ...You have me laughing and crying uncontrollably at the same time. You own this sunshine...claim it.<br />LureBirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03252171112273211525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-80391118234775811752013-11-21T05:18:06.683-08:002013-11-21T05:18:06.683-08:00I can't imagine how difficult it was to get th...I can't imagine how difficult it was to get this down on paper, it's difficult enough just doing the filing thing. I'm glad you did write it out though, it's so important to flush out the garbage! Good on you! Signed: fellow nut job. :-)Iphoneruleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08891523465780848711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-24505991741565534402013-11-21T05:15:11.369-08:002013-11-21T05:15:11.369-08:00I absolutely love reading your stuff, Klonnie. So ...I absolutely love reading your stuff, Klonnie. So profound, poignant, and yet funny and SO relevant. I wish you the best in your new journey. I've done it, it's not easy, but in the end you'll be much the better for it. Blessings!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15003688266983314672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-19561399398705679892013-11-21T05:14:18.753-08:002013-11-21T05:14:18.753-08:00Well done, Klonnie. You. Are. My. Hero. All the Be...Well done, Klonnie. You. Are. My. Hero. All the Best from one of your most devoted Nutjobs.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11821448506053717286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-31536020975581948232013-11-21T04:58:15.562-08:002013-11-21T04:58:15.562-08:00It's anxiety-inducing, but the "omg I did...It's anxiety-inducing, but the "omg I did it" elation afterwards is a little bit liberating, no? Deep breaths, and you've got this. You're a smart lady, a strong lady, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. <br /><br />I did, and I'm still trying to get my head on straight. But you've got this. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-25166555527044480272013-11-21T04:15:13.148-08:002013-11-21T04:15:13.148-08:00Thank you.Thank you.Bruce Weigmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10592960352039919207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-32089072657156364622013-11-21T03:06:51.374-08:002013-11-21T03:06:51.374-08:00Oh, Klonnie, I love you, but this was eerily like ...Oh, Klonnie, I love you, but this was eerily like reading my own mind. Apparently, I AM undiagnosed and unmedicated. Thank goodness for humor, huh? But you did it! Bravely facing the unfaceable, and emerging, well, done, if not triumphant.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09194656389829383275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-16466632573672837092013-11-21T02:10:56.113-08:002013-11-21T02:10:56.113-08:00My mind follows everything you say, and understand...My mind follows everything you say, and understands it all!riverrat55https://www.blogger.com/profile/18400667788407599416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-81799721400404207672013-11-21T01:41:41.493-08:002013-11-21T01:41:41.493-08:00"I looked down at my hands. Trembling. But ... "I looked down at my hands. Trembling. But other than that, I didn't feel much different. Married, divorced, separated, it's complicated. It's just a Facebook status in the end. So much more to a person than whether they were ultimately brave enough to stand up and say "enough" to propping up an alcoholic, "enough" to emotional abuse, "enough" to feeling panicked and inadequate and scornful and alone. There had been many tears, and doubtless there would be many more."<br /> <br />Substitute alcoholic with drug addict and voila - the end of my marriage. I totally 100% relate to this entry. As such, my heart just breaks for you. He may try to convince you that YOU are the asshole for leaving, accuse you of giving up or abandoning your family, and he may even have you believing it for a while at first, but you ARE making the right decision. <br /><br />Sending you lots of love, hugs, and cocktails. Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18151616118043477026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-76681999324718347682013-11-21T00:50:41.733-08:002013-11-21T00:50:41.733-08:00So, I just "commented" (in length) on wh...So, I just "commented" (in length) on what you wrote; but since I'm 'new' to this, the whole. fucking. thing. got. deleted! How ironic. Kinda defines my life right now. "deleted". Anyway, I said that I commend you for your bravery.<br />I, have not gotten to that point as of yet.<br />I was talking (or, rambling I imagine) about our shoes. Or, more specifically, MY "shoes". How no one has 'walked' in them. No one understands them. How sometimes, I just want to scream at the people in my life "Can't you SEE my struggle?!" And, other times, I just think "fuck it." They don't WANT to understand my "shoes"; because it's as if they do, I might somehow "infect" them with my "disease". My "Mental Illness", as my oldest sister so kindly (sarcasim) put it once. God she can be such a bitch. I am a person. I can function. I'm a fucking Nurse for God sake! Yet somehow, I still wear this "stigma" like a neon shirt that I can't take off.<br />I understand you. I understand you to the point of wanting to cry.<br />But then, that's where I'm "at" right now. Doing a lot of 'crying' today.<br />Today, I am sick of this bullshit. I am sick of my "lists" that sit in my mind because I'm far too afraid to actually put them in writing. Because putting them in 'writing' makes them real. And I'm not just ready for that yet...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-38378788106462641412013-11-21T00:31:16.525-08:002013-11-21T00:31:16.525-08:00I remember what it felt like - different, but oddl...I remember what it felt like - different, but oddly relieving. 12 years later, I occasionally feel guilty or sad but ultimately know it was the "best thing" for me. and maybe for him. I hopeAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956988781228473917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-8517397979648871002013-11-21T00:20:50.590-08:002013-11-21T00:20:50.590-08:00You go, girl. It's always difficult the first ...You go, girl. It's always difficult the first time, and on your own. But it sounds like you passed with flying colors. Be strong, and don't let the bureaucrats give you any problems they won't help you fix. Once filed, now the wait. Don't stress about it, and just let the system happen. It only seems like it takes forever, but soon, you'll be 'Miss' Klonopin. Your readers support you.deoiridhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040967402306872233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-82978000264749993452013-11-21T00:12:54.686-08:002013-11-21T00:12:54.686-08:00BRAVA!!!Well done!BRAVA!!!Well done!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02250536790160060373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433738082974955694.post-57181546689825772972013-11-21T00:05:44.264-08:002013-11-21T00:05:44.264-08:00I understand you. I understand you to the point of...I understand you. I understand you to the point of wanting to cry myself. Because we (or at least I) walk in shoes that no one understands. At times I want to scream at the people in my life: "Do you NOT see my struggle?!" Other times, I just think fuck it. They don't know my shoes; they don't want to know my shoes. It's as if I might "infect" them with my "disease". MY God damn "Mental Illness", as my oldest sister so kindly (ha!) put in once. God, she can be such a bitch. Anyway, I commend your bravery. I envy your bravery. Because I can make this 'checklist' in my mind; I can go over it a hundred fucking times some days, "things I want to do" (that are really 'things I NEED to do') I know this. But I've yet to master "bravery". I am aware that I am rambling. It's what I do. Somehow I believe you'll understand. I don't know you. But reading this? Finding this page, or blog, or whatever the hell it is.... It's like finding 'home' to me. Thank you for that.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com