169: because I am not anxious

I am not anxious.

I am not the pacing heart, shuddered breathing, constantly engaged fight-or-flight. I am not the second-guessing, or endless What is this trying to teaching me!

I have anxiety, much like I have green eyes and ten fingers.

But I am not defined by my anxiety.

It is not my intuition.

It is not my compass.

It is not how I define myself, or the context in which I choose to live my life.

My anxiety is not to be trusted, but I can still learn to trust myself.

I can still learn to be someone.

A friend.

A partner.

A daughter.

An adventurer.

(Even if that adventure is sitting with my anxiety, to better understand it, so I can more gracefully let it go).

I am already someone. But that someone is not anxious.