My anxiety is like a chipmunk being chased by a cat. There are moments where there is extreme pressure building, and I feel like I'm being chased and there no hope, and I can't breathe. Then it lets up and I get a breath of fresh air. Just like the moments the chipmunk pulls away from the cat. In these moments I can choose to dwell on the bad times, or I can choose to pick myself up and make the most out of my day.
This seems like constant cycle, and it seems like there is only brief moments of air, but what I have to remember is there are moments in time where there is no anxiety, I need to cherish them. Just like the chipmunk when it's able to pull away from the cat and feel like it wins. Those little accomplishments and those little breaths of fresh air add up and they help you to see the bigger picture in the darker times in life. Be the chipmunk that wins, never surrender, and keep pushing through.
Never let the cat win or the cat like individuals in your life win. You are a perfectly imperfect human, that is living with anxiety. It is not your fault and there is nothing wrong with you. Just keep pushing through and keep making the choices that best fit you. There is nothing wrong with seeking help and encouragement. Don't feel into the sigma around mental illness. There is nothing wrong with you. You are just simply living with a disorder, but it doesn't define you.