"My mother wasn't the best person in the world. She was hooked on her*in for most of my life. She sold our childhood home for drug money. She left me alone to raise my brother and disabled nephew. I used to wake up every night to feed him and change his diapers. I supported us all on the $5.15 an hour that I earned from the grocery store. My mother passed away a few months ago, and I think I'm just now coming to terms with how awful she made my life. This is the most stable I've ever been. I have a permanent address. I have someone who legitimately loves me. But my anxiety has never been worse. I've been having panic attacks recently. I think I've never had to deal with the trauma because things were always coming at me. And now I'm not sure how to handle the quiet."