It’s only one day a year…
For me, my anxiety started right around the first Mothers Day without my mom. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle that every single store I had to walk in for weeks and sometimes months before, had to be a slap in the face that I didn’t have a mom. I couldn’t walk through an isle of Walmart, Target or CVS without being reminded that this was the first year that I no longer had my mother.