I just woke up crying and I'm so fucking proud of myself?

I have really bad anxiety and I've been trying to not let it control me, but I'm currently doing that in my bed right now, hiding from my responsibilities. But the good news is, I was laying there, thinking about my life, and usually these thoughts turn into me crying and wanting to die or something. But today, I was just like, "fuck you, brain. You can't control me. I'm strong as fuck." And I just got out of my bed and got an ice pack for my eyes, and started doing my laundry, and I was just crying so much I couldn't breathe and I was using a bat to defend myself from the loneliness and the monsters in my brain.I just<br><br>I'm so fucking proud of myself for standing up for myself, for not giving in to my depression and loneliness even when it's telling me to lay in my bed forever. I'm so strong.<br><br>I'm getting through this, and I really think I can do anything.