I want to feel fearless, doubtless, confident.
I long to shed this skin of anxiety, working one small step at a time, to ultimately conquer the anxiety beast.
I try my best, but sometimes I slip up, and hide away, avoid, and stop trying.
Some days I feel strong.
Some days I barely feel at all except for anxiety-ridden thoughts.
Every day I hope for better.
Every baby step I come further,
Slipping backwards some moments.
If I keep this up,
It might take a while.
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