I have suffered with anxiety for several years. To start with, it feels like an endless abyss intent upon throwing away your life and becoming a nervous, quivering wreck. Although the anxiety doesn’t go away, you do learn to live with it. I try to be grateful for everything life throws at me, keep my friends close. I try to love my enemies, not to judge and to do everything I can to make other people happy. I won’t let my anxiety think for me. My anxiety does not define me. I am just somebody who sometimes worries, who sometimes has moments of self doubt, who sometimes break down. But for all these times, there are a million other times when I have been relaxed happy excited confident and strong.