Four days into the semester, I am already battling serious stress. I am only taking two grad classes (3 is normal). It's not just the classes. The internet went out in my apartment. Very helpful when one class is entirely online. My two roommates are awful. (Only housing I can afford as a student.)
It's not even that.

I just feel insanely disappointed in myself. For some reason I thought after early December hospitalization, new diagnosis and meds, and additional therapy, that I was better prepared. That school life wouldn't be so overwhelming and stressful. That I could handle things better.

One word answer:No

Longer answer: everything is exactly the same. I am still me, no better. I fail.