It has easily been several months since I've carried my Klonopin. Truthfully, I have no idea when I carried it in my urban sack last. Once or twice I was out and about, thought about reaching for it, realized that it was at home on top of my refrigerator, and then just went about my day. It's such a lovely feeling, an accomplishment.
My need for Ambien has dwindled as well. I've used it less than a handful of timed during the past few months, but not recently. I'm running very low, but I have no intention of refilling the prescription.
I'm coming for you next Zoloft. You're days are numbered. I believe you will be completely abolished after a few visits to Auntie Lorna, my organic herbalist.
At least, this is my hope. We'll see.
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