My mums anxiety is something which rips the happiness from our family structure without even trying. Her illness is something that makes me the weakest person and also the bravest person all at once. Sometimes I can let her panic attacks and headaches, go over my head and other times her sadness and sickness makes my stomach churn, it takes the love in my heart away and replaces it with resentment. The guilt then over shadows my past happiness, I shouldn\'t feel angry at my mum for being mentally ill. But yet my inner anger, questions why should I be dealing with this? Why can\'t she just act like every other mum? I never knew anxiety could hurt so much and not only the individual coping with it, but the family having to watch this continuous torture.