Personal Stories & Reflections

I have been meaning to write a separate blog post about benzodiazepine post-acute withdrawal syndrome….

I remember vividly that in the depths of my addiction, my father was accompanying me…

I was standing in the middle of Champs Elysées, thinking, “What am I doing here?” It was a tropical day and the crowds of passer-byes were becoming oppressive. I was thirsty. My chronic pain flared up. And, the worst of it all: I was discovering that Paris was a city, not a dream. There were buildings, and shops, and people, and a road full of car traffic, just like everywhere else… even if at the end of the road stood the Arc de Triomphe. I somehow never imagined cars on Champs Elysées. When I was dreaming of Paris, I never imagined any of this.

I no longer have the same recurring dream that I had for a long time,…

I have been having the same recurring dream for a long time.  I’m at the…

I have been watching a series of documentaries where David Suchet, who is famous for…