I miss me! I miss being able to walk into a crowded store and not feeling overwhelmed. Hell, I miss being able to get out of bed in the morning without feeling overwhelmed. I miss breathing as an automatic, involuntary activity. I miss a body that feels normal, not full of headaches and chest pains and general off-kilter-ness. I miss being able to drink and smoke and relax and not fear freaking out. Fuck. Ok Megan. Get a grip. Go back, read the entry from right after NYC. Remember that this is just a bad day...a bad few days. Remember that just earlier this afternoon you felt like dancing. This too shall pass.