About a week ago, the last thing I was looking forward to... fell through. Now, I have no job, few friends, and no education in progress, and it's at least 3 years before I get any sort of degree. I'm living in a shit home, looking for a shit job, and... I feel great. I haven't had a panic attack in a week. I can be idle without freaking out. I can remember things without wanting to die. I don't get it. I don't know if this is cause for congratulations... I have no idea how this is happening, or how long it will last. I thought I was going to constantly drunk by this point, but I have no inclination to abuse any drug.