Fig. 3

a and b: Anxiety for Latoya S. Legend 3a: I took a picture of my mother coming down the steps using her new stick. If you would have known my mother before she was blind in her right eye, she would get up early in the morning, you couldn’t stop her. But since this has occurred, a lot of stuff has slowed her down. She is not able to do what she used to do, and it frustrates her, and when she is frustrated she gets on my nerves. So by her learning how to use this, this is a new beginning for her, to start over, and still be independent, instead of dependent, like she does not want to be. I took the picture because she doesn’t know how proud I am of her. Between her and my kids, that’s where the majority of my anxiety comes. Because I am her home health aide, her daughter, her everything. “That’s where the majority of my anxiety comes”. Legend 3b: It used to be a house there, the house is no longer there. My brother was actually killed in that house, at the foot of my bed. And years later, somebody set it on fire, and now there is no longer that house. My great grandmother used to live there. It had a picket fence, and a line for hanging clothes. She had chickens. I can still see that house in my head. The neighbors across the street had a candy store. Now there is a pretty tree and grass there. Living there was a learning experience. I wouldn’t say happy. I learned a lot of stuff there that still stays with me today. “I learned a lot of stuff there that still stays with me today”