Prince Ea said (to a motivational beat) that we are not our anxiety or depression. No, we are the sky, and anxiety and depression are but clouds that pass through us. I see what he was getting at. I am not my sickness; I have a condition that can wander all lonely and cloudlike into view from time to time. I (the whole me) can choose to sit back and witness the clouds, let them be, let them pass. Pfft.
