Here we are again

It is 9 am and I am currently sitting in the waiting room for my 8 year old to get out of therapy. She was here a couple years ago due to bad thought, nightmares and constant worry. We went to a second therapist due to the bad thought (death , worried she was gonna die or family) they said she was fine. We stopped going. She has always been very open with me. We’d have our nightly girl talk as she’d call it. She’s express all her worries, concerns, happy stuff etc. now that she’s getting older she hasn’t been wanting to every once in a while I’ll find her in my bed and we’ll lay and talk for a while. But just this past month has been terrible everything has came rushing back or so I thought. It had actually been happening for the past few months and she didn’t wanna say anything cuz she knows I’m gonna tell her to stop worrying and to be a kid and that I get frustrated. Which I admit I do. I don’t get frustrated cuz she talks about it I get frustrated cuz I want it all to stop for her. I want her to be a kid worry about kid thing and not stress like an adult. I apologized for getting upset and explained all that to her that I wanted to take it all away. I have depression and anxiety. I completely understand what she is feeling and it hurts to see that in her at only 8. Now I know what sparked it and that is my brother getting in trouble and winding his ass in prison. They were close and she doesn’t fully understand why he can’t come home or why he got in trouble and the girl he was involved with didn’t or why he has to be there so long. She knows that he has to do his time for getting in trouble I told her it’s like a big time out. She says it’s not fair due to her not understanding everything and I agree with her. I told her the world doesn’t always work the way we want etc. she had a major melt down after talking to him one night as he said he didn’t know if he was coming home home or if he was moving somewhere else when it was time to be released. She didn’t know that was an option as we never talked about it. That sparked all her emotions and hidden stress. She bawled for hours and spilled her guts about the nightmares, the thoughts and all the worry and sadness she has about her Nino. I bawled with her and assured her to always come to me like before that I’m here she’s never alone. That im gonna work on my frustration and learn to help her in other ways. She asked to go back to therapy so here we are again. I am Proud of her for asking for help. I am completely upset with myself for not seeing it and getting her here sooner. For letting her think she’s on her own. I recently bought some books for her and I about anxiety and how to deal with it. They are interactive for her and I with different techniques to help her. I’ve always had her breath when she would get worked up so she knows to use that but there is so much more in the book. We’re starting it slowly so it doesn’t overwhelm her.