Iʼve been worried all my life if I will ever be able to make myself proud. I admit that there are moments I am in my high hopes, but every after breakthrough comes breakdown. My anxiety took 3/4 of my existence that I forgot what being happy feels like. This pain is crushing me. And I am still here in the place where I am making amends with my younger self— apologies for the times I repress our silent battles, but I am proud of what we've been through. I am proud of you for better and for worse.
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