When I was 5, my mom had to got to the hospital. (She had a brain tumor.) She didn't return until about 2 months later. During that time, we lived at my grandparents' house. We weren't allowed to see her at all. I cried myself to sleep every night. My Grandfather tried cheering me up but it never worked. I started to believe she was dead. Luckily, she transferred to a hospital closer to us and we were able to see her. A few weeks later, she came home. But, something was wrong. The surgeons operating on her cut a nerve in her brain. Now, she couldn't walk, speak, see, and feel right. She is double-sighted and lost all feeling on the entire right side of her body. So, growing up, I had to take care of her. I would miss out on hanging out with my friends to help her. It was a traumatic time for me and my sisters. I would find myself worrying that something bad would happen to her while I wasn't there. I believe this is the root of my anxiety. I am not sure how to deal with this.