Those persuasive rays

I have to cut this attitude I've developed where I am nothing but a useless burden to everyone I love. I am not who I want to be, and it is not because I have an anxiety disorder. It is because I am letting that anxiety disorder control me.

I deserve to be proud of myself. I deserve to love myself. I deserve to take care of myself. And just because my loved ones can't cure me does not mean that I should not accept their support. No good comes from my isolation.

I'm going to be better. I'm going to be who I want to be and my anxiety will just have to deal with it. I'm so much stronger than I've been lately.