I long for the final goodbye.

I have come to the realization that anxiety controls my life. I try to tell it to let me have control for once, but it never listens. I just want to be able to wake up one morning to my stomach not aching from worry. To go to bed without having trouble breathing. Why must it do this to me? I am a good person; I think I deserve better. Each time I think it's gone, it comes right back to say hi again. I wish it would say it's final goodbye, but it's the only thing guaranteed to be with me for the rest of my living days.