Better to be a unique me.

Suddenly, it occurred to me. That I had become my mother. Indeed, that was a scary thought. That maybe I was acting like my dear (long gone)  mother. She had frequent anxiety attacks. And lapses into depression.  Of course, I'm not really my mother. I'm much better at coping. With virtually everything. Including anxiety. I'm in control, really. Because my mother taught me. In significant ways. How to be unlike her. Better to be a unique me. --Jim Broede