That last paragraph reminds me when my anxiety had me at my lowest. Literally curled crying on the ground daily. Felt like I completely lost myself and had to reconstruct myself. I was clinging on for dear life. Literally every moment of holding on was a victory. Like the passage, I actually imagined having ropes to hold my mind together.

So glad that's behind me now. Despite the pain I feel now, it pales in comparison to that. Feels like I can face anything now.

Beautiful writing.