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.

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