If I could describe the withdrawal anxiety I feel, I'd say it's something like this:
It's like having anxiety goggles on, that color everything I'm looking at in my surroundings. Everything seems tinted, darker, sinister, threatening, even nightmarish. (Is this derealization, or just part of the anxiety?)
Everything in my surroundings is colored by this, so everything seems to hold this "threat". Everything around me reminds me of it, because it's what I've been looking at while feeling this way. Does that make sense?
There's a general feeling of dread I have that has been infused into my surroundings. There's a feeling of impending doom.
I do alternate between taking Klonopin and Vistaril (more of the Vistaril). Just wanted to write this out and see if others understand this feeling. Would anyone else here say that they have experienced anxiety in this way?
I've been reading from many sources that to get past the anxiety you need to learn to accept it, as odd as that might sound. That you need to accept that you're in a situation beyond your control, but that you have control of how you react to it. And that over time, that diffuses the anxiety.