I create my problems.

I set up my own drama.

I own them.

I am them.

That’s OK.

It’s not voluntary.

There is no other way.

Sometimes being alone revitalizes me.

Sometimes I ask for support.

I try.

I observe.

I do what I know what works for me.

I learn.

I repeat.

I increase.

I create new and positive experiences.

I learn from my mistakes.

I am rediscovering the things in life that give me joy.

I repeat.

I increase.

I create new and positive experiences.

I fuck up.

All the time.

I accept responsibility.

I can care for myself and be socially responsible.

I can do both.

I can be me.

They can be they.

All the time.

Without trying.

I shine the light on stress and see that it is an illusion.

I know I can do things to make life better.

I know I can act in ways that affirm that.

I try.

I can be inappropriate.

I fuck up all the time.

I know that.

I enjoy a good workout.

I breathe.

I try.

And I keep breathing and I keep trying.