The impossible has happened. I have learned to live with you as part of my life. It's not that I'm openly accepting that you are a part of me, because you are not... and you never will be. But I've come to understand, that for the time being, you will be staying. I have decided not to dwell on it. I can't continue giving you the power to do with me what you please. So I learned to live with you. Now you are something that is still there, lurking, but more in a small part at the back of my mind. I am not letting you rule over my life anymore. I am done being your puppet. I am much more than the girl with anxiety; the girl with the disorder. I am not defined by you or what you do to me. I refuse to be. I am me. For better or for worse, I'm staying me. Even if it's not the best version of me that I could be.