I Belong to a Boy with Anxiety.

And I refuse to lose him entirely to it.

My son,

Today, I watched you slip away.

It happened bit by bit, piece by piece. Slow at first. Then all at once.

The elephant in the room got you. The one that steals you from me now and again.

The one I refuse to lose you too completely.

It started last Monday at art class. Thousands of colorful squares of tissue paper just waiting to be thrown.

Then an in…