Dear Mom,

I thank you for helping me. Not just when I was young and you would guide me.

But now, when I'm dealing with my anxiety. I talk and you listen.

Whether it's from boys to anxiety attacks, you are always there.

I could never repay you. I can't even tell you how much you mean to me, because I don't have the words.

The words I know don't do you justice.

I can always try, but why should I, when I can always show you.

I Love You, Mom.

~Your daughter.