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I’ve started waking up before my alarm having what feels like a panic attack again. I’d prefer not to mention it to any of the doctors, but I suppose I have to. I don’t think it’s related to the Grave's Disease or heart problem. I’m pretty sure it’s just plain old anxiety. I’d rather not take anything for it, and I don’t want to have to argue about that. Digging through my parents' belongings has just stirred up a bunch of stuff. This too shall pass.

I’m just looking forward to a day when I can adapt to having an autoimmune disease and finding a new routine and flow for my life. Since I was in the hospital, everything has been chaos, and I do not thrive in chaos. I need agendas and schedules and weekends off to do nothing but relax. I’m getting none of that right now. It's terrible.