I started taking Lorazepam 10 years ago to help me deal with attendant abuse. In the beginning I only took one a day. When Rob died, 4 years ago, I started to take two. Rarely do I ever take 3, because I'm always afraid of becoming addicted, like I was to valium. Today though, my heart feels like it's breaking, maybe because it's very close to the anniversaty of Rob's death, so I took a third Lorazepam. How can it be four years?
Excuse me, but I have nothing else to say. I'll probably be in a better mood tomorrow.
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