I have anxiety. I know this.
I am currently convinced I have:
a) Motor neurone disease
b) A DVT in my calf and probably small PEs too
c) Aspergers
I can't stop thinking about how I'm going to die and leave DS motherless/ die a horrible death and how awful it will all be.
I know, it's ridiculous (though each one has evidence that supports it in my mind, and option c) is quite likely true).
But I can't stop ruminating and I can't sleep and I can't concentrate on anything like, you know, life, because NOTHING MATTERS BECAUSE I'M PROBABLY ABOUT TO DIE.
Which again, I know, is ridiculous.
Atm I am having to stop myself from driving to A&E to have a leg scan.
Anxiety can fuck all the way off.