It just feels like I don't make any progress, ever. If I do, it's temporary and I soon return to my state of misery.

I've felt this way for years and only recently have been able to get over this line of thinking. What I realized is that while I accepted my anxiety as a problem, changing it was an impossible task because deep down, I felt as though my anxiety was an inherent part of my personality; that changing it would be changing me. I struggled (and still do) with taking medication with regularity because I feel as though I'm drugging myself, as though it's some kind of medically sanctioned alcoholism used simply to perpetuate artificial feelings of happiness and competence. Getting over this rut, this cyclical regression to depression is being able to realize that this isn't part of your personality. You're sick, and you can change. While I'm sure you're reading this thinking that you know this, you still need to believe it, and accept it as true. I still haven't come to terms with it myself but I think it's a productive line of thinking at least. Hopefully things get better, but you need to try to focus on taking everything one day at a time, and focusing all your attention and capabilities on the little things. Change doesn't come easily, but until you accept that change needs to be made, and that it can be made, you won't get anywhere.

I'd like to think being able to admit to yourself what your problem might be is the first step, but with every word I read I get more and more discouraged.

Stop looking at the final product. Think on how you can improve yourself in small ways every day. You can do it. I've done it. It's possible. If you wanna talk, I'm happy to.

I guess today is just a shitty day.

I'm sorry. It'll get better. One day at a time.