In the ward I’ve seen haggard, pale and lost faces wandering the halls as the days go, in our new routines, detoxing from the meds the other doctors who didn’t understand how to help, popped down our gullets and created dependent, addicted crazy people. Well, as society would tell you, we were already crazy, but now addicted as well.
Then as we meander through our meetings, shaky hands and limbs, detoxing off our Xanax, Valium, Klonopin and Ativan, limited to a certain amount. In my case, one Ativan a day.
(Thought Of A Day From My Journal During Stay In Stanford | 9.13)