So I failed the bar...again. It feels pretty tragic at the moment. I have never had a hard time with any test in my life, went to a great law school and made good grades. Then the panic disorder set in. Happy graduation to me, I guess. As a result, I have now failed the bar for the second time, I just found ot yesterday. I could not have studied harder and I knew everything but I had to take Klonopin, and was constantly throwing up in the bathroom. It might be my worst nightmare. So, instead of going forward with my life and gaining momentum again, I ended up failing. It is a set back, to say the least, both financially and emotionally. Just when I was feeling stronger again, I get this blow. I know it is part of a bigger plan, deep down, but at the same time self-pity is right at the surface. It would have been a lot better, for all of us, if we never got this d-mn condition. Who would have ever thought that it would be strong enough to defeat so many strong individuals? Tragic, it seems...
