Three steps forward. Two steps back. An anxiety attack. Day spent crying on the couch, then back out there I debouch. Practice catching those triggers. Critique myself with vigor. Speak my piece and move along. Setting goals. Diving headlong into failing, getting up, and trying, trying again.
Dogpaddling Through Life 
Glad you’re getting up and trying again.
Can’t quit.
Get the feeling you are expecting to fail?
Baby steps.
It’s the opposite actually. I expect everything to go right the first time and when it doesn’t I have to remind myself failure is also part of growth.
I’ve had to learn to set smaller goals sometimes. Be kind to yourself in your progress.
I didn’t explain that very well. What I really meant is that it helps me to break a goal into steps on the way so that I can see I’ve made some progress, rather than failing at the big goal.
I’m the same way. Like setting a goal to be a size 2 is not realistic for me, but setting a goal to have my clothes fitting better by the end of the month is.