@merpreb Certainly! I'd be glad to discuss this! Here goes! I first began experiencing anxiety a year ago last month. I would awaken with the feeling of things being awful, everything was wrong, I was wrong, I was scared and I didn't know why. I'd never had anxiety before and I was confused as to why it was happening now. I chalked it up to numbness, tingling and weakness I was experiencing in my legs, a result, I figured, of a long ago spinal cord injury I suffered from C2-C7. I didn't know what else it could be. The anxiety did improve as the day wore on and by evening, I'd be feeling more like myself. After several days of awakening this way, however, I saw my primary care physician and he prescribed Xanax. The anxiety still plagued me and, after making a call to my primary care's office several days later, I was told that I should not have been taking the Xanax every day as it is habit forming and that I needed to get off of it and onto something else if the anxiety was continuing. So, I made an appointment, but, rather than see my physician, I had to see a floater as my physician was out of the office. The floater prescribed Busprione in place of the Xanax but, it interacted with my antidepressant and I wound up suffering a serotonin storm ( agitation, elevated blood pressure, elevated heart rate, dilated pupils). I stopped taking the Busprione after a conversation with a pharmacist after I became suspicious and needed information and, first thing that Monday morning, scheduled another appointment with another doctor as my physician was still unavailable. This doctor adjusted the dose of my antidepressant, but, once again, this did no good. The pattern continued. I struggled with the anxiety every day, some day's worse than others for close to a year, due to the fact that nobody seemed to really want to listen and to observe except for the therapist I have now. The doctors all focused on my worry over my legs and the first therapist I had made me feel as though things were my fault. I had a couple of meltdowns after awakening in a sort of panicked state and needed to talk to someone, my sister, the therapist, the doctor, somebody, just to hear a voice telling me I would be okay. Even with the meltdowns, one of which included my laying in bed and pondering over the best way to end my life as I couldn't stand how I was feeling, nobody seemed to pick up on things save for my current therapist who observed the pattern I was displaying and realized what he was seeing. He then broached the topic with me and asked if I thought I could be "crashing" and described how this would happen. I realized he was right and I was so relieved to know I wasn't losing my mind. I went on my taper shortly after that and, now, as I go into my 4th week of Diazepam freedom, I have no anxiety at all! I awaken feeling groggy thanks to the antihistamine I take at bedtime to help me sleep as my body adjusts to this new state of not taking a benzodiazepine, but, not riddled with anxiety and I don't go to sleep dreading the next day's arrival. What a difference! Hope this helps and feel free to ask me questions, etc. I want to use this horrible experience for good.