We’re going on holiday today for the first time in four years. We used to go away a lot, we’ve visited many countries, and before I met DH I was quite the solo traveller. I really enjoy holidays and exploring new places.
But this morning I’ve woken up and I feel like I’d be more than happy to stay home. I’m worried the house is going to get broken into, worried the plane with crash, just ridiculous worries that have been at the back of my mind for a few weeks. I know rationally the plane will be fine etc.
Where has this anxiety come from and why?!