“I’d trade every last dollar, every shred of dignity, for one damn Klonopin—just to silence the nerves screaming that I’m still alive. High, drunk, broken—whatever it takes to fake peace in a body that won’t stop lying.” Mental IllnessDesperationChronic PainSurvival ModeJonathan HarnischBenzo WithdrawalDark RealismAddiction TruthPoetry Of PainRaw Confession Book:Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia Source: Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia