Today I failed, but that don’t make me a failure. Actually I can even say that I’m still kind of great. It’s just that today my anxiety got the best out of me. But that’s okay, I can’t win every battle.
Today I had an appointment with a CBT therapist. Except that I didn’t go. Just like the last time I had an appointment with her. I freaked out and I just couldn’t get myself to go there. And I was so scared to call them to say that I wouldn’t be able to make it this time either. I thought they where going to be so disappointed with me, or even give up on me. But they didn’t. I even talked to the CBT therapist and we decided that we’re going to give it another try soon.
Today I failed, but that don’t make me a failure. I know that now. Eight months ago I would had been beating myself up over it for days. Calling myself names and thinking that I was the weakest person alive. This time I wallowed in self-pity for an hour or two, before realizing that it really isn’t the end of the world.
I’m not a failure. I am fighting my anxiety in every way I can. I won’t be strong every day. But I will win in the end. And that’s what matters. Right?