To My Children, from your Mother with General Anxiety Disorder (GAD),
Each night, I lie on the floor of your room, arms stretched out to hold one of each of your hands while you fall asleep. I lie awake listening to the sounds of your soft breathing, and think of all the ways I screwed up that day.
I got angry and yelled because, you spilled water on the floor.
I snapped at you because, you took too long to get into your car seat.
I didn’t have the energy to make dinner, so we had fast food again.