Live and learn, I guess. Among other things I had not taken seriously enough: this thing called “kindling.” I had seen the term used off and on in the remarks of benzo sufferers: as in, “I believe I kindled” or “Have you kindled.” I gathered from context that this was not a good thing. It seemed to happen mostly to people who had been “poly drugged” and had a history of going on and off benzos. Finally, I decided to look it up. The definition above is pretty clear, and pretty much what I had inferred from context. You can find the term used in reference also to alcohol addiction, and I would argue also in relation to AD dependence and withdrawal.
I can’t think of any other sort of explanation for my recent dive into the pits than this kindling thing. I mean I only stopped taking one ten milligram pill of Prozac, one of my weekly seven, and it is as if I have had to start the whole process of withdrawal over again. I guess, when one has kindled the whole CNS becomes way overly sensitive, and any change at all can produce a tempest. That’s what it feels like anyway. And if your CNS is shaky and all wired up, then you are too. Because, let’s face it, without a CNS a human being would be pretty much just a pile of bones, fat, and muscle. Without the CNS that pile of bones, fat, and muscle would just lie there. The CNS creates our world for us; it interprets and organizes and makes sense of all the information pouring in through those sensitive nerves, and it organizes and directs all our responses to that information.
Accordingly, benzo sufferers report problems with all the sense organs. I mean the CNS is attached to and gets information from the sensory nervous system. Benzo sufferers have problems with their ears–hyperacusis and incessant tinnitus–and problems with their eyes. Sometimes they can’t stand bright light, sometimes they see double. Then there are the nerves that control and organize the digestive tract, or the ones that activate and regulate the muscles. Accordingly, benzo sufferers report, over and over again, muscle tension, tightness, cramps and fatigue, and a whole array of digestive disorders under the tag of “benzo belly.”
I made a big mistake messing with my CNS. Hell, when you mess with your CNS you mess with all that is you, excluding bone, muscle, and fat. And then, just when it seemed my nerves were settling down a little, I made a mistake by getting over-confident and dropping that Prozac. As a result of that I now have a better, or at least more experiential notion of what “kindling” is.