Anxiety

I do not like what I see.    
Worry turns to anxiety.    
Anxiety stresses me to the max.    
I'm headed for a relapse.    
I don't think I can do anything right.    
But I have only begun to fight.    
I can think without remorse.    
Goals are my driving force.    
I look forward, I don't look back    
I depend on others for what I lack.    
I can do it if I try.    
If I fail, I will not die.    
I will find a different way.    
To try a different day.    
I will do my best.    
I will not settle for anything less.    
    
~tm :)

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