Anxiety and depression have been a part of my life since my mother became ill. It was exacerbated by her death and the countless other things that surface when you’re thrust into adulthood. The older I get, the more I tussle with insurmountable tasks like combing my hair and getting out of bed.

Depression and anxiety lie to me. They tell me that tragedy lurks around the corner of my happiness. That I can’t accomplish my goals because I just don’t have what it takes to see things through. “You’re going to do well, then have one bad day and fall into a spiral that will destroy all of your hard…