Deeply you have learned that life is not worth living and that everything is worthless, especially yourself. There is horrible misery and pain in every memory that means anything to you. Hollow monsters have scorched your soul because they too live in a world destitute of all hope and gave you themselves, and replicated their destruction inside you. This is why you feel anxiety, because you cannot escape the truth. You do not believe in anything good, not truly, not yet.
There is the brightness upon you, you have begun the journey, and it is a wonderful, amazing and powerful journey. You have taken the step through the darkness unending and decided to open your eyes and see the truth. You have lit the torch of your self knowledge and all you see around you is the shambles and the destitution of what your parents have given you, the world that they live in. The shithole they call love. You are at the first step, but are afraid because it is too terrible, How can there be redemption? This is the beginning of love. When you can love yourself even through all of the horror, and through that reach the truth, that you are the light.