Hello Friends: first of all, happy Christmas/merry holidays/yadda yadda... to everyone! I'm an infrequent poster, sorry for that, I just can't seem to find the time to get on here very often, and when I do, the idea of writing a post is daunting, since there are so many pertinent details to my (and my daughter's) story. I always have to leave things out, which maybe I'll get to in future posts. Anyway... when I last checked in, she had checked herself out of a detox/rehab after ONE DAY. Back at home, promising to straighten up, she even went and spent over a week with her relatives up north (Michigan), and by all reports had a sober, drug-free time. Back home, clear-eyed and supposedly drug-free, she went to a new psychologist, who opined that she was definitely suffering from depression, and had indications of bipolar. She was prescribed a low dosage of something called Lamotrigine. It seemed to even out her mood swings for a few weeks, and made her slightly easier to live with. However, she began to express the view that she thought she would best be served with a prescription to Xanaxa drug she had admittedly abused in the past. We were of course skeptical of this self-diagnosis she mentioned it to her psychiatric, and he said no way (it would just lead her back into drug abuse), but he upped the Lamotrigine dosage, and also added Desyrel, for her insomnia. Anyway, cutting to the chase, she is getting ahold of Xanax on her own, and self-medicating. And, though we struggle to keep it out of the house, she is also still smoking weed when she can get her hands on it. Last night she came home, and stumbled about with slurred speech, making it a tense evening for wife (especially her) and I. This morning I confronted her about it, and she said she had indeed been using Xanax, "not to get high, but to make me feel normal." I told her, for one thing, she better discuss this with her doctor (she's seeing a new one next week) to be upfront about her use. And, I told her she's really on dangerous ground, mixing these various drugs, some prescribed, some not. That's a no-brainer, of course. Once again, with the holiday approaching, we are faced with this problem, and the possibility of asking her to leave the house. Or, stick with her, stay on her, get her the help she needs (but always rejects). So... anybody, experiences with Xanax?