My daughter wants to go away this weekend with her friend. They are going to the same place that I usually take the kids when we go away. She loves it there. It’s familiar. She’ll be staying with a large family, and she will have a ball.
And I’m terrified. Every time I think about it I feel the most intense anxiety. Even when I’m not thinking about it, I have this low grade feeling of impending doom. I know its lurking in the back of my mind, ready to pounce the second I give it any attention.