Slept really well. Woke up at 5 for a piss and was afraid I wouldn’t get back to sleep. I passed right back out. It was great. Slept until 7:30. Felt much better this morning than the last few days. Took 3.5g. Been playing games. Did a medium walk. Not feeling super energetic for exercise. I felt bad in the afternoon. 4g did nothing. 1g more did nothing. At 7:00 I feel a touch of that panic feeling in my arms. I haven’t felt that in over a week. I should be OK tomorrow. I instantly get major anxiety. Looking at RVs and even vans. There is no fucking way I can convert another van. So much money and pain. Remember how much I wanted to be out of that fucking thing?! I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to stealth camp anymore. Texas sucked. It was all motivation for me to get better. Too bad I can’t seem to get better this time. This pain is not going anywhere, no matter what I do.