Help. I feel like I'm going mad, and I don't know what to do.
I am due to go away with DH and our DDs on Tuesday. Long haul. Furthest any of us have ever been. I am dreading it so much that I'm sat here crying. I should never have booked it and now I would do literally anything to get out of it.
I've often been anxious about holidays. It's hard to put my finger on why. A mixture of homesickness, finding air travel stressful, and just the hassle of packing, unpacking, the expense, the unfamiliarity of it. I've had wobbles before pretty much every holiday ever, since childhood. I count down the days til I can come home. Even though in the moment I might be having a good time, if I could snap my fingers and be home again I would in a heartbeat.
And yet I keep doing it. I think because it's the done thing. And because if I didn't I feel like I'd be giving into silly fears and missing out.
But this one is particularly bad. DH understands and has said that I don't have to go if I really don't want to. This is a 'special' trip, funded by a gift from my parents. I know how lucky we are to have been given the money. And when we booked it I felt like the kids would have a great time. But ever since I have dreaded it. And now I am in a right state. I was crying earlier when I got the cases down from the loft. Please please please don't make me go. But also, please don't make me give in to this.
If I could just be on the other side of it.
If I didn't go I would let everyone down. People at work know I'm meant to be going. They would find it so weird. My wider family too. They have paid for it! DH could manage the kids but they wouldn't understand why I wasn't there and I'd miss all three of them.
But I just want to stay here with my house and my bed and my animals.
I just want to curl into a ball and make it go away.