Me Vs My Anxiety
You can do this. You can. Beat it. Even just for now. Just for today. Baby steps are still progress.
It doesn’t have conscious thought. You have conscious thought.
This is good. This is for a job you want. For something you’re passionate about. You want this. It doesn’t want this. It wants nothing good for you. Fuck. It.
It does not control your life. It has no say in the things you want or go after. When it says no, you say hell-yeah-goddamn-yes.
There is no room or time in your life for something this toxic. Something that causes you to be so miserable and frustrated. And then tenfold when you let it do so. You wouldn’t keep a person around who made you feel this way.
You’re strong enough to beat it. Kick it into the ground and bury it so deep in the dirt it will question seeing the light of day ever again.
Because the light of day belongs to you. As does the twinkle of the stars at night.
You are a badass, and you got this.
