I shall prevail.

I must learn to reject creeping anxiety. By pondering the consequences. Anxiety does me no good. It is self-destructive. It is as if my being is possessed. By something evil. I am being challenged. To right the ship. To salvage the best of life. Not the worst. Oh, creeping anxiety. Go away.  I want no part of thee.  I have valiantly rejected and spurned you. Throughout life. And now you try to capture me. In a weak moment.  I shall resist. I shall win. I shall prevail. --Jim Broede