Wish I Was Dead

A few years ago I started to have huge anxiety spikes. This has led me to being pretty much useless in every day life. I had to move back home with my mom and my grandma. It’s hard for me to go outside. It’s hard for me to do much of anything. But along this anxiety journey I have a complete fucking disabling fear of stairs. I can get about two steps down before I feel like I am going to have a heart attack. I am really trying my best to help in the ways I can. And I’m trying to stay positive that I will overcome it. But I just don’t know if I ever will. I feel like a burden. I feel like a disgrace. I feel like a failure. I think they would both be better off if I was dead.