Benzo Withdrawal Quotes

“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.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I exist inside a living hell — not a nightmare, but an unrelenting, screaming abyss with no exit. I am cursed beyond redemption, haunted by horrors that claw at my soul, and possessed by something monstrous that wears my face and mocks my every scream. Every second is torture — not pain, but a divine punishment etched into my bones, burning through my nerves, flooding my skull with fire. I am not alive. I am a condemned vessel, dragged through a waking exorcism that never ends.”
― Jonathan Harnisch

“I never wished I’d lived. I just rot beneath the paranoid delusion of angels—watching, judging, doing nothing.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I am possessed—not by devils from hell, but by nerves that scream louder than sin. Every breath is a betrayal. To fake calm in a corpse that still moves is the cruelest joke. The devil wears my skin now. And he lies.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“He wasn’t dying—he was being harvested. Flayed alive by nerves that refused silence, each breath shredded like lungs packed with razors. A blink drew blood. A thought detonated fire. His studio became a mausoleum, and he, its invalid—crucified, disowned by his own biology. He had begged for the compound that once shackled the torment—denied. They called it withdrawal; he knew it as state-sanctioned mutilation. His fingers clawed through endless typos, desperate to name the unnamable. Even his phone collapsed mid-sentence, unable to carry one more fragment of his possession. He wasn’t sick. He was erased. Invalidated. A failed experiment rotting in plain view, too grotesque for rescue. And still he burned.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia