Last night, I was full-on panicking. I took two 1mg Klonopins before going to bed.

I kept thinking about death -- like what happens after you die. Also not knowing when you will die. And what is the purpose of life? etc etc. I'm not religious, but what if there is a heaven and we all are happily ever after? Or what if we just decay and turn to ashes and that's it. And at 26 years old, I've already wasted at least 1/3 of my life doing nothing.

All sorts of things like that. It freaked me out. I was triggered by the fact my maternal grandma is going to die soon of something incurable. Well, it is curable, but no doctor wants to operate. So maybe we might as well say it's not curable.