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There was a time when just hearing my H's voice on the phone sent me running for Xanax and hiding in bed all day.


When I was 22 years old, I had Guillan-Barre Syndrome, and I became paralyzed--30% breathing capacity, couldn't walk, was difficult to even comb my own hair--my girl friend of the previous 3 years dumped me when this started, and I spent two months in a rehabilitation center in a hospital 2 hours from my home, so I was pretty much isolated most of the time while I was learning to walk and stuff all over again.

Shortly after going into remission--about 3 weeks into this--I told my neurologist that I was depressed and would probably kill myself if I were capable, but I couldn't even do that.

So they sent me a psychiatrist. He talked a lot about his new Bang & Olufsen stereo system that he was very proud of on both of his visits. On the first visit he asked me if I was depressed. I said yes. He asked why. I said I was paralyzed.

He prescribed Xanax. I took that once. I sat there in my bed watching Quick Draw McGraw cartoons on the hospital room TV while thinking, "These Hanna-Barbera
guys are geniuses".

Never took that stuff again.

I had people bring me self-hypnosis and relaxation tapes (yes cassette tape era) instead.

Last edited by TimeHeals; 07/16/10 02:17 PM.

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