The other night I started having thoughts of doom. A fear in my stomach and chest. I’ve had this often since the onset of my anxiety but this last time.. ha, I flipped it around. I acknowledged the thoughts/feelings. I put my hand over my heart and the other hand on my belly. Then I forced myself to remember the moments I felt better, the moments I felt in control. I literally cussed out those negative thoughts/feelings. “How dare you try to make me feel insufficient?? I’m strong, I’m tough. I’ve been through this shit long enough! Don’t try to make me doubt me! I got me! I ain’t weak!” I immediately felt empowered. I started to believe we do control our minds. And that was proof. I encourage yall to be courageous. Stand up to DPDR, negative thoughts, etc… ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.