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How to forgive and move on? in Psychology ·
neonsurfer2 said:Thanks for sharing this!
If you're comfortable sharing, what was your father actually like to you? What's the biggest grudge you hold against him? But hey, totally fine if you don't want to dig through those memories... How is your relationship with him nowadays?

Roger Scott17
There was this one time back when I was just a kid—and honestly, while he was hitting me—I genuinely thought he was going to kill me.
It’s honestly pathetic—they don't even have the decency to remember beating me... I guess some people just lack that basic level of accountability.
This is it. This is exactly how he does it—he never actually admits to anything, instead acting like he doesn't even remember the things he did. And let’s get one thing straight: it wasn't just some case of "she got a little bit disciplined." I was being beaten until I bled. For no reason at all. It was as if that man was physically allergic to my very existence. I could barely draw a breath near him without triggering one of his violent outbursts. To this day, I honestly can't wrap my head around what I could have possibly done to provoke that kind of behavior. I was just a small, quiet, gentle kid—completely harmless—so it still feels impossible to process how someone can inflict that much damage on their own child for absolutely no reason. Even the most vicious animals wouldn't do something like that.

If I actually tried to bring this up to him, he’d just give me that look—you know the one—and ask what on earth I’m talking about. He'd tell me I'm blowing things out of proportion or, worse, flat-out deny he ever laid a hand on me. I mean, seriously? Who's the crazy one here? It’s honestly exhausting—this man has this uncanny, almost surgical ability to make you question your own reality, all while being a master manipulator. And the worst part is how he plays it for the crowd. To anyone looking in from the outside, he’s the picture of the perfect, devoted husband and father. No one would ever suspect a thing. I guess some people just have this bizarre, built-in mechanism where they can completely scrub every bad thing they've ever done from their memory, leaving only the highlights they can brag about. It's like they live in a different version of history entirely.

After that whole "incident," I basically just grabbed my things and walked out. We didn't see each other or even exchange a word for quite a while. Eventually, things reached a point where it actually started feeling kind of ridiculous—whenever we happened to end up in the same room, he’d just look away, acting like he was trying to dodge my very existence. I guess maybe he finally had a moment of clarity—or perhaps his conscience finally decided to kick in—and he remembered exactly how he'd behaved. It felt like he was actually feeling some regret. I’m certainly not sitting around waiting for an apology from him—he’s far too much of an egomaniac for that—but there is a certain level of satisfaction in knowing I managed to get under his skin enough to make him reflect on his actions. Seeing that flicker of remorse in his eyes was honestly enough for me.
After some time passed, we finally started talking again—and things are fine now, I guess. I’m not exactly expecting some deep, cinematic bond or anything; it’s not like we're living in an American movie or anything quite that dramatic—but we’ve reached a point where we can have a normal conversation without it being weird.

Roger Scott17 said:
I’ve got this one specific person in my life right now—someone who really changes things—and being around them actually makes me realize just how much... well, I guess it’s hard to put a finger on exactly what I'm seeing. It’s a bit of a revelation, honestly. Unbelievable. I’ve been thinking quite a bit about my relationship with men—or rather, how I navigate them—and it’s a bit of a mess, honestly. He gave me so much attention and support, truly, more than I probably deserved, yet I find myself stuck in this constant cycle of testing him. I just can't seem to let my guard down, no matter how much I try. It’s like there’s this invisible barrier I can’t break through, and I don't even know if I’ll ever be able to fully relax and just... exist with someone. It’s exhausting, really. And honestly? It breaks my heart. I end up crying over the whole thing—over the wasted potential, the lack of trust, and the fact that I’m my own biggest obstacle. It's a lot to carry.
This is another massive hurdle for me—honestly, I feel pretty bad for the men in my life. I’m constantly skeptical, maybe even bordering on paranoid at times; I just can't seem to take their word for it when they say they love me. It feels like they’re stuck in this endless loop of having to prove their affection over and over again, and frankly, it’s exhausting for everyone involved. Even when someone actually tries to be vulnerable or show some genuine emotion, I find myself doubting them—I start spinning these elaborate excuses in my head about why they might be acting so kind, as if there must be some ulterior motive. Most of the time, though, I just end up gravitating toward men who are completely emotionally unavailable. And then there are those moments where I’ll just suddenly loathe them for no discernible reason—it’s like I’m carrying around this misplaced resentment for something they haven't even done. It’s honestly a bit nauseating when I really sit down and think about it—I just don't seem to know how to interact with men in a way that's actually healthy or normal.

I’m not entirely sure how much this all ties together—though, honestly, it probably does—but I’ve noticed this one glaring indicator. It’s like, whenever we’re just joking around and my partner makes some sudden movement with their hand, I’ll practically jump a foot in the air. It always turns into one of those awkward little moments where I’m just sitting there thinking, *I really hope they didn't notice anything weird,* before I try to play it off and go back to being silly. I absolutely hate when that happens. It pops up out of nowhere every once in a while, and in those moments, it hits me just how much I'm actually struggling...
How to forgive and move on? in Psychology ·
I find myself relating to your post quite a bit—more than I probably should, I guess.

How did I actually forgive him? Honestly, it was the exact moment I hit him with a bottle—mostly because he wouldn't stop talking nonsense—and told him straight up that I hated his guts. I made sure to let him know he’d better watch his back, too. I told him to just wait a few years until he's old and gray; then, I’ll be coming around every single day to give him hell while he's too weak to even put up a fight.

It wasn’t exactly my master plan to handle things that way—honestly, I just kind of snapped—but once the fuse blew, everything else just became completely irrelevant.
I’ve tried just about every type of psychotherapy out there—honestly, I’ve lost track of how many different specialists I’ve sat across from—but none of it has actually helped me find a way to forgive him. It’s been a long road, I guess.

I can't honestly say I've forgiven him—and let’s be real, I probably never will—but from that exact moment on, it all just became completely irrelevant...

To hell with psychotherapy. (With all due respect, of course)—but honestly, not a single therapist has done nearly as much for me as I’ve done for myself just by taking action.
Psychotropic medication discussion thread in Psychology & Therapy ·
I guess we’re finally getting to this part—it’s about time, really. I’ve been sitting here thinking about how things have shifted lately, and honestly, it feels like we're just circling the drain of some very predictable patterns. Maybe I'm being too cynical—perhaps that's just my default setting at this point—but there's something about the way everyone is reacting that feels... well, a bit off. It’s funny, in a dark sort of way. You see these shifts happening in real-time, and instead of pausing to actually process them, people just rush headlong into the next reactionary wave. It’s a cycle. A repetitive, somewhat exhausting cycle. I don't know, maybe I'm overanalyzing it—that's usually the case when I start digging into these things—but it seems like we're all just waiting for the next inevitable bump in the road. Anyway, that's just my two cents. Don't mind me.
Kevin Bailey2 said:I've been on 6 mg for a long time, but sometimes I drop down to just 2 mg and don't even feel withdrawal symptoms or anything.
Personally, I think it's a great med.
I don't know how it works for everyone else... people accuse it of "drugging" them, but Clonazepam never gave me that high or made me sleepy... actually, it was the opposite. It helps my psychomotor skills big time; I feel like a beast. My multitasking goes through the roof... I get everything done in a heartbeat. I can systematize things easily, no complications, no nothing... just get it done. So, for pure functionality, Clonazepam gets a huge plus.

That said, does it cause heavy addiction? Oh, yeah... definitely. One time I snapped and flushed my Clonazepam down the toilet... by the third day, my vision started failing and I ended up in the ER at Johns Hopkins. It took two days of taking the Clonazepam again just to get back to normal.

But I figure... I'll probably be on it for the rest of my life anyway, so who cares if it's addictive? 😵

Either way, I prefer it over Lamal, which they tend to prescribe instead of Clonazepam. People say it's better. It isn't to me because it's teratogenic. And Clonazepam isn't quite as bad in that regard as Lamal. For example, if you get pregnant... Lamal is a massive NO.
When using Clonazepam during pregnancy, they just recommend higher doses of folic acid to lower the risk of neural tube defects or cleft lip in the fetus.
The thing is, Lamal can almost certainly cause those kinds of malformations, whereas with Clonazepam, it's more like... maybe.
Even though they're basically the same type of stabilizer, I'm definitely choosing Clonazepam over Lamal, which I also took for a while. I told my psychiatrist I didn't want it... it's stupid.

I mean, sure, that’s the dosage... but if you can actually function on 2 milligrams, why on earth would you be taking 6?
I had the exact same experience—it was my saving grace right up until the moment I stopped taking it. Once the reality hit me—that I actually relied on it more than I cared to admit—I just snapped. Honestly, I became incredibly bitter about the whole thing. I developed this intense resentment toward the medication itself, and frankly, I felt pretty much the same way about the psychiatrist who prescribed it to me in the first place.

I suppose what you're saying about functionality is fair—you just get the job done, whatever needs doing gets done. Dealing with things on-site isn't really an issue; I don't mind waiting in lines or tackling those tedious, soul-crushing tasks. As for being polite, that’s just how I am. There's basically zero chance of me losing my cool or acting out while I'm on Xanax, but still... there's always that "but."

I guess I should probably address what Maria Price3 was saying earlier—though I’m not entirely sure we’re all looking at the same picture here. It feels like there’s a bit of a disconnect between the actual experience and how it’s being described. Maybe I’m just being cynical, but it seems like some people are overcomplicating things that are actually pretty straightforward. Anyway, regarding the medication side of things—it’s always a bit of a gamble, isn't it? One day you feel fine, the next you're wondering if your brain is actually functioning the way it's supposed to. I've personally found that switching from something like Xanax to a different stabilizer can be... well, let's call it "interesting," to say the least. It's rarely a smooth ride. I suppose everyone reacts differently, but I’ve definitely had my fair share of trial and error with stuff like Luvox and Zoloft. You think you've finally hit a steady baseline, and then—bam—everything shifts again. Just my two cents, though. Not that anyone specifically asked.
Mind you, this stuff is incredibly addictive... oh, yeah... I know how it sounds. I actually had one breaking point where I just snapped and flushed my entire stash of Xanax down the toilet. Big mistake. By the third day, my vision started failing me—everything went blurry—and I ended up in the ER at Johns Hopkins. It took me about two days of getting back on the Xanax just to feel like myself again.
Yeah, that’s exactly where the issue lies. I’ve actually gone back on it again—since the last time I wrote about how this stuff is absolute garbage and should probably be banned entirely. 🤦Even though my dosage is relatively low right now, it seems like it’s ramping up incredibly fast—probably much faster than it should be—and, honestly, that doesn't sit right with me at all.
It’s like when you have a bar of chocolate sitting in front of you—you could tell yourself you’ll just have one square today, maybe another tomorrow, and stretch it out over ten days to make it last... but let’s be real. I don't have that kind of self-control. I'd probably just polish the whole thing off in one sitting.

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But then again... I’ll probably be stuck on this stuff for the rest of my life anyway—so who really cares if it's addictive? 😵
a 😍.

I guess I should probably weigh in here—since apparently, we’re all just shouting into the void today. Looking at what Maria Price3 said, I can't help but feel like we're circling the same drain. It’s interesting, in a sort of exhausting way, how much we tend to overcomplicate things when the answer is usually staring us right in the face. Maybe I’m being too cynical—it's a habit, I suppose—but there’s a certain predictability to these discussions that makes me wonder if we actually want solutions or if we just enjoy the debate itself. Anyway, my two cents. Don't hold me to it.
Anyway, I personally prefer it over Lariam, which they seem to hand out quite a bit instead of Xanax. People claim it works better—which is their prerogative—but I’m not buying it, mostly because of the teratogenic risks. Xanax just doesn't carry that same level of concern for me compared to Lariam. I mean, if you happen to get pregnant... Lariam is basically a massive, hard no.
If you happen to be using Xanax during pregnancy, I guess the general consensus is that you should probably bump up the folic acid dosage—just to be safe. It’s mostly about trying to lower the risk of things like neural tube defects or cleft lips in the baby. It seems like a necessary precaution, though I suppose everyone's situation is different.
I mean, let's be real—Lariam can almost certainly cause those kinds of malformations or deformities, whereas Xanax? I guess that’s more of a "maybe" situation.
Even though they’re both basically the same kind of stabilizer, I definitely lean toward Xanax over Lariam—which I was on for a little while, too. I actually told my psychiatrist that I wasn't interested in the Lariam, though... honestly, I think he's being a bit thick.
Thanks for the heads-up, but I don't see myself trying to get pregnant until I actually have my life together—at least not right now. I just can't picture myself as a pregnant woman constantly relying on pills; I think the guilt would be way too much to handle. Though, I suppose I'm aware that being under constant stress isn't exactly great for a baby's development either. It's a bit of a catch-22, I guess.

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restlesstrucker15 said:Why are you so against Clonazepam? Please elaborate a bit. I personally haven't heard that it is as bad regarding withdrawal as Xanax is. I took it for a very short period at 0.5 mg based on a neurologist's advice for a different non-psychiatric issue, but it didn't work (she told me higher doses wouldn't help either), and I admit I wasn't even particularly anxious at the time. Still, I am glad I stopped because I realized it is actually a very effective medication for anxiety, provided it is used 🙂
I ask because I wonder about the poor people who have to take it for epilepsy, including children, often in much higher doses. How are they supposed to manage?

See you later

I can't really speak to what it's used for regarding epilepsy—that's out of my lane. I was prescribed this for entirely different reasons. Honestly, what gets to me is the whole dependency issue. It feels fundamentally wrong that a medication should be designed to cause addiction—I mean, addiction itself is a disease, right? So now I’m stuck in this ridiculous position where I have to choose which kind of dependency I want to live with. Is there actually a difference? If I just decided to go out and chase a high instead, would it be any different? For me, even something like speed has a calming effect, so obviously, that isn't exactly a viable therapeutic option.
Psychotropic medication discussion thread in Psychology & Therapy ·
fadedbear92 said:It works great for me, and I never feel the need to up my dose. I just use it as a stabilizer. What was it originally prescribed for in your case?🤷

Honestly, mine was great too—maybe a little too much, if I'm being real. 😍

I ended up losing it on him because of my temper—which, honestly, wasn't my finest moment—but looking back, there were plenty of other reasons why I actually enjoyed being on it. I don't know, though; I just couldn't seem to stick to the prescribed dosage. Eventually, I developed this intense, visceral loathing for the stuff once I finally stopped taking it. It’s just... I guess it’s incredibly hard to break free from that kind of cycle.
Psychotropic medication discussion thread in Psychology & Therapy ·
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Kevin Bailey2 said:Sure, you can taper off slowly, but that withdrawal period might only last a few days. Honestly, it's nothing compared to the absolute hell you go through when someone suddenly cuts you off from, say, 6 mg of Clonazepam.


God, give me that Clonazepam needs to be outlawed by federal law at this point. Honestly, I’d love to sue the doctor who put me on it. It didn't take long at all to go from half a pill to five, just because I got addicted to that weird sensation where it feels like my blood is turning into water. But once I realized where that road leads, I quit—though I still have one tucked away in a bottle, and there isn't a day goes by where I don't find myself holding it. I think about that damn Clonazepam several times every single day; I can't even believe it, considering it's been over a month since my last dose. At the end of the day, the drug is total garbage, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone if there's any other option out there.