I often wonder if I am the only one who feels this way, but then I think about all of the people I have met here and other places throughout the years and I remind myself I'm not. Sometimes I look at strangers and I'll think, man, why can't I go about my day like them? Just normal and smiling and not struggling. But then we don't know what their lives hold. They could hold onto something worse. So I've learned to stop doing that and just pray to me a normal me. For me that is a span without horrible awful full blown panic attacks. Just a normal me....