All this time anxiety had me thinking everyone hated me when it was only ever me hating the person I was with anxiety.
I survive through the hard riptides into the dark place with a habit of naming four things I bring to the lives of others. This way, I can still find purpose in life even though I'm not totally in love with the person I am. Or at least until I get to the point in my journey of strength and reassurance where I never doubt my self-love ever again. I keep fighting for that peace.