I love Halloween. I have for as long as I can remember. I love dressing up, getting my kids dressed up. I love giving candy. Loved getting candy (and love stealing my kids' candy). I love the faces of the kids when they get candy, and the faces of people when the answer the door and get "excited" for each new costume they see. I love everything about the holiday.

So why do I get such bad anxiety when it comes time to walk my kids around? I'd rather stay home and do nothing, but I force myself to go. I hate feeling this way. I love Halloween, but for some reason have something that won't let me enjoy it.