The diagnosis came back, and it explains a lot actually.

You had one symptom, one WebMD tab open, and way too much free time on a Tuesday night. Fourteen browser tabs later, you had your answer. It wasn't the illness you were expecting, but it tracked.

Everyone jokes about spiraling into worst-case scenarios during a late-night search, but yours landed somewhere weirdly accurate. Turns out the internet knows you better than your actual doctor does. No treatment plan required, just acceptance.

Rebel Ink already had a diagnosis for you.