Actually, I do not belong to the type of people that read references to the medicines like Xanax. I was rather reluctant to even take the pills when my head or stomach ached; I simply coped with the pain and had some sleep instead of medicines. Xanax is the only exception from this old rule of mine.
I still remember the day – or, to be more exact, the night – when it all started. I had a severe nightmare that shook something in me. To present the whole picture in detail, I’ll tell you what I saw in that first ugly and nauseating dream – one of the many Xanax has saved me from.
My boyfriend then (and my husband now) was fond of a certain TV series. I watched it with him just for company, and soon found one of the main characters my then-boyfriend adored rather disgusting. And then I had this particular nightmare. It led me to a severe panic disorder, and after a while – to taking Xanax.
In that awful dream, the disgusting main character of the TV series and I walked into a hotel complex together and asked if there was a room for us. In the room, we sat down on the bed and started chatting, though I’m absolutely sure that initially, we were going to have sex. There was also a large pile of heavy books on the bed that we ignored. Suddenly, the TV character mentioned something about my favorite movie from childhood. I got very excited and tried to hit his shoulder a bit to show that the conversation is really of importance to me, but I hit him too hard. The young man fell on the pile of books, and then to the floor. When I looked at him, he was dead. I accidentally broke his neck.
At first, I was so shocked as if it happened in real life. When these feelings return, I always think of taking Xanax first since this medication is a real life-savior. I heard about Xanax from my cousin who was also prone to panicking and used Xanax to treat it.
I thought of hiding the corpse somewhere in the room, or outside in the garden since there was a large open window. But then, I understood that the police would catch me anyway, and I would be sued for murder. Besides, it seemed to me that the young man moved very slightly, even though he was truly dead. I decided to surrender to the police.
I ran out from the room, reached the reception, and asked a girl sitting there to call the ambulance for an urgent matter. The ambulance arrived very quickly; the brigade consisted of a grey-haired old man wearing large glasses, and a middle-aged woman of unpleasant appearance. They both went into the room, and I followed them. There was nothing on the floor. No corpse, no traces of the crime, no books.
It is a miracle that Xanax is such a powerful medication that it allows forgetting what you do not need. However, I need my memory of that very nightmare in order to feel assured that now I am alright, that now Xanax is the most reliable guardian of my sanity.
It would all be OK, if not for the continuation. When I left the room, perplexed and a bit embarrassed, the TV character was sitting on the sofa near the reception desk. Again, he looked dead, with his neck bent in an unnatural way, eyes wide open and mouth turned into a grimace of horror. I asked the receptionist girl why he was sitting there. She told me the young man was alive. Then the grey-haired doctor reappeared, saw the young man and, apparently, suspected something. He examined the head of the corpse. I made a show of staring absent-mindedly at the opposite wall, and the doctor turned the whole corpse into a cupful of bleakish acid. And somehow I knew that unnatural acid was a liquefied human.
It is amazing that now I can remember that very nightmare without panicking. Xanax is truly a life-savior – or, I would rather say, a sanity-savior. After my panic attacks and the periods of disastrous anxiety started, I bought Xanax in an online pharmacy, and got it shipped to my town. Xanax is a true medication, not simply a pill that cures you with the “placebo” effect. Besides, I have no side-effects from Xanax, so I can recommend taking Xanax to anyone suffering from panicking
