Although I've struggled with anxiety, I've managed to force myself to not dwell on stupid things for that long. Earlier this year, I came to the conclusion that if there are people out there that also struggle with generic, everyday "life-issues" and move on from them within a short period of time, there's no point in getting anxious and dwelling on dumb, temporary things if I know I don't NEED to. So I built up little habits to actually tell my thoughts to shut up. Over the last month or so, it's felt like I haven't been able to use the methods I know to help myself. My motivation was at the lowest of the lows. And it didn't get any better. On Monday, I finally realized that I had kinda given up on dealing with my anxiety, and instead, just letting it sit there. And then yesterday, I finally let it all get to me. I was alone and bored for about two minutes and I finally broke. After 8 months of good progress in trying to for the most part, overcome my anxiety. And I may just be continuing to overthink it right now, but I've never felt so doubtful about solving my issues. I feel like saying this is just admitting defeat, but that is exactly what I feel like doing right now.