In 2005, I was prescribed Klonopin, a powerful anti-anxiety drug, because I was having panic attacks.
I guess some subconscious part of me knew that I was in a terribly unhappy marriage. The mother of a young son, I was unable to face the reality of divorce at that time.
After stopping the drug, I went through a terrible withdrawal that lasted 30 months.
Thirty-seven months later, I'm working at a job I enjoy, made new friends, and started investing in myself and my abilities as an independent artist. I'm in a new relationship and I can honestly say life is the best it's been in a long time.
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