Lately he's taken to sleeping in my room, my eleven-year-old. It isn't nightmares keeping him awake and robbing us both of peace, it's the panic. Hours into what I insist will be a quick article on anxiety I finally commit to print what I've easily admitted out loud; My son's anxiety and OCD are suffocating me. The feelings that wash over me as I look across the room to watch him sleep, are not what any mother should have to experience. At the sight of my sleeping son, afloat in the largeness of my bed, I am filled with a heady mixture of love and sorrow…fear and panic.