Ok, this does not pertain to me but it does to my younger cousin. he has be taking atleast 2 xanax bars a day for a while now, and him stopping is actually making him go through withdraw. he is young and told his mom whats going on but they both dont wanna have to deal with rehab. i told him to lower his dose gradually to help him stop or atleast slow down, but he has been feeling like shit and he doesnt kno what to do. so if theres anything that can help besides rehab, let me know. thank you

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Shit man i feel bad for lil cuz! But i dont understand all this perscrition(spelling?) drug addictions i've taken illegal drugs for year annd never felt as any of my drug taking as an addiction, but yet all these legal drugs fucking up people lives!

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amen to that brother

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I went through the same thing last year, and man is it tough to kick that habit. Anyway heres what i did, I was on 5 bars a day so i knocked it back to 4 a day and whenever I started fiending for more I would smoke a blunt and every 2 or 3 weeks I would knock my daily dose back a bar. Keep in mind though I did have serious anxiety attacks with every cut back for a few days to a week, but its a small price to pay to kick those devils. During anxiety attacks again I smoked a blunt and occasionally drank a cold brew to relax me. I also found writing things down and chatting with friends helps with the anxiety attacks, it just keeps your mind from wandering to far off. So I would suggest for him to immediately knock it back half a bar, then back another half bar ever 2 weeks and keep a close eye on him to make sure he isn't sneaking any. Try to make sure he has someone to talk to when needed, and seriously good luck man I hope he gets through it. If yo need any other suggestions feel free to pm me, I'll help the best I can

P.S. Also make sure that with the smaller doses he spreads them evenly throughout the day

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i feel for him man i recently just kicked a pretty serious oxy cottin habbit best thing to do is smoke lots of weed and gradually cut back

The withdrawls will most likely be worse then opiate withdrawls. Depending how his habit has been and how long. =\

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thanks everyone. he doesnt want to take them anymore because he realizes what its doing to him, however the withdrawl is killing him. also he doesnt have anxiety problems nor a script...

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Xanax sucks. green triangles are way too strong. Tell him to eat asprin should take some of the edge off. Good luck pill addictions suck cuz it's so easy to relapse. Been relapsing with percocets for 8yrs!!!

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thanks for the help

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I'm the guy to talk to on this. I had it all before I started taking Xanax. I had a [hot] girlfriend, a reliable and decent, [but not too flashy] car, I had good grades, I was the regular 15 year old high school sophomore, may friends, popular, etc. I started out drinking beer, and then found the weed scene and dropped the alcohol scene. Of course, the guys who only smoke weed are cool, but the guys who smoke weed and do other drugs, who pressure the youngin's to do those drugs, are the crowd to stay away from.

Combine the physically addictive properties and an extreme case of addictive personality to Xanax, the first chance at a 'hard' drug, I was hooked on the second rail.

2 mg, to 4 mgs, to 8mgs, a bag of 30 at a party, to a bag of 30 for myself at a party, I was a full-blown, high-tolerance, hardcore Xanax addict.

I started slinging to support my habit, and the people I dealt with were not the best people. I started by buying an ounce of weed, and traded to people with insurance-paid scripts, to increase from $100 of weed to $500 of Xanax. I was buying most of the Xanax available in 4 counties of KS and one of NE. I was a Xanax kingpin. I traded Xanax for weed, weed for Xanax, never bringing cash into the equation.

My grades started slipping, my girlfriend dumped me, my friends resented me, I was alone, but found comfort in one thing: Xanax and money. I started bringing cash into the Xanax + weed equation. I bought a 1989 Cadillac Brougham, Burgundy with a Cream top, a 7.4 Litre engine, and I put some hundred spoke rims on it and added a sound system and a gun rack. I was 16 years old and living it up and having a horrible life at the same time.

When I went to school, I felt like shit, I had to run to the bathroom and cut rails of Xanax between every class. My grades were absolute shit. I was pulling a 0.9 GPA, and my only friends didn't hang out with me, they bought drugs from me. I tried to find friends, I tried to get a girl. My eyes sunk in and became dark, I was unshaven, shaggy haired, and then I lost the last thing important to me.

I was driving on a few Ambien, millions of Xanax, and I had smoked some weed, and I dropped the Caddy into a 20 foot ravine and bent a car with a real frame into a fucking banana. I grabbed my drugs, kicked out and crawled out the windshield, and went back to the road and called a customer to come pick me up and I'd give them drugs to let me crash for a few days.

During this time I reevaluated my life. Realized my life was shit. I wasn't going anywhere but jail or the hospital. I od'd on Xanax at the customers house. He threw me into the gutter, [on the street, against the curb] to lie there in pain across my entire body. I realized as I lay there making involuntary painful movements, that I was thirsty, that I had lost my friends, my GF, my schoolwork, my grades, and my family's trust. And I lost my Cadillac car, an emblem of my 16 year old empire. I realized I had nothing but the drugs in my pocket. I got out the Xanax and looked at them, realizing I was od'ing but wanting to take the rest [about 140 mgs] and just end the pain.

I eventually passed out, woke up in the morning, and I went back to my customer's house and grabbed my guns, [after he went to work, I crawled through a window] and walked the 4 blocks back to my old car, which I had left behind the dealership where I bought the Cadillac. I resumed my normal activities [selling and using]. I was pulled over 2 days later. I kicked my Xanax habit in a juvenile detention center. [Jail for <18] I had no cigarettes, which really sucked, and no Xanax, which was the end of the world. The withdrawal was worse than my OD. Since, I have become addicted to cocaine, and I will be the guy to go out and say I lost it all on Xanax, and quitting a coke habit is easier than quitting cigarettes, easier than starting a diet definitely!

I don't want to share this story, but I felt it was necessary. I definitely don't want to see another young guy like me lose it all. I'm 18 now and I still haven't repaired all the damage done by this long list of shenanigans.

Be strong homes, and if you have to go to rehab, do it. You didn't hide your use from your family like I did, so you're on the way. The will to quit is definitely the first step. I've never been in a rehab, but I would definitely advise never doing a benzodiazepine again in your life, and if you must, wait at least 6 months from your LAST dose, any mgs, of Xanax.

Stay strong bro, I send you mad love, my prayers, this beer, and this bowl.

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