Hearth Wyrd

Hello, dear readers.

First, I want to apologize for the recent silence on this blog. The truth is, I’ve been navigating a “wave”, a term many in recovery use for the frustrating return of withdrawal symptoms after you think the worst is behind you.

My Journey, Briefly

For over two decades, I was dependent on benzodiazepines, following an earlier struggle with alcohol. It wasn’t until I was almost 60 that I found the courage to get clean. They say “better late than never,” and I’m holding onto that truth with both hands.

Let me be real here, quitting benzos has been the hardest fight of my life. Even with a careful, doctor-supervised taper, my body rebelled violently. I endured two seizures, a terrifying heart condition called multifocal PVCs, and such severe muscle stiffness that walking became a monumental effort.

Where I Am Now

At just over ten months free from the drugs, I am in a much better place now. The progress is real. But this current wave, with its brain fog, physical symptoms, and nightmares, has reminded me that healing is not a straight line. It has temporarily stolen my ability to focus and write clearly.

A Promise and a Word of Hope

I miss this space and I will return to writing regularly as soon as this wave passes. Your patience and understanding would mean the world to me.

And if you are reading this while in the thick of your own withdrawal, from benzos or anything else, I want you to hear this… You can do this. It is brutal and it is unfair, but the freedom on the other side is worth every ounce of the struggle. You are doing this for yourself, and the ripple effect of your strength will touch everyone around you.

There are people cheering for you, and I am proudly one of them.

~Buck