Translation?

I have anxiety. Translation? I wear my heart on my sleeve. The overwhelming fear of failure results in tears. I do not need a knight in shining armor. I do not need to be rescued.  I want to help you, even if I don’t know you. I work hard to prove I am enough. I have a hard time making decisions. I am patient. I am driven. I don’t lie, nor will I tolerate it. I don’t beat around the bush. I am mindful. I know who I am and where I’m going. I am taking my weakness and turning it into a strength. Some days it is still more of a weakness, but like anything practice makes perfect. One small step at a time, I am learning to love and accept myself.  I have suddenly become keenly aware of what I deserve and I refuse to settle for less. I wouldn’t ever wish rock bottom on a person, but this time I learned to pick myself up, by myself. That feeling, that’s the feeling I wish everyone could feel. BAM.