I don’t just resent anxious thoughts, I resent myself for having them.
I don’t just feel disappointment over that loss, I am disappointed in myself for being crushed by it.
I don’t just hate my anxiety, I hate myself for having it.
I am not my anxious thoughts, they are just thoughts.
I have experienced loss, but have survived it and am not defined by it.
Anxiety is something I have, not something I am.