I woke up and didn’t know who I was. The birds were chirping outside, it was shinning bright. There was no reason for this latest panic attack.

I had spent the past year working toward something. This vision of my life was elusive.I was working toward it and the further I ran toward it the further I felt away from it. I started pacing, cleaning and I found a diary entry from when I was a child it said, “I want to grow up to be a good and kind person.” Could my life be as simple as that?