Cooper,
Today, I watched you slip away.
It happened bit by bit, piece by piece.
Slow at first. Then all at once.
The monster in the room got you. The one that steals you from me now and again.
The one I refuse to lose you too completely.
Anxiety.
You have it. Not me.
I am just the mother.
I am anxiety adjacent. I belong to a boy with anxiety.
I see it coming. I …
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