In Salon, Ashley Zlatopolsky writes about how receiving a common benzodiazepine from a doctor for anxiety led to a severe, problematic addiction.
“I guess you know you have a problem when you’re snorting crushed Xanax up your nose through a plastic tampon applicator before going grocery shopping because you can’t stay sober long enough to grab some more cereal at 2 p.m. on a Wednesday,” writes Zlatopolsky. “Not like you can afford the cereal anyway — your bank statement reads ‘$0.00’ in bold letters, which is also how exciting your life is on a scale of 0-10.”
My road to hell was paved with Xanax (and Klonopin, and Ativan, and Halcion) (Salon, April 5, 2015)