I just can't. I am anxious about EVERYfuckingTHING. My DD'S cat was poorly. I advised her what to watch out for and she subsequently advised cat was eating and OK. I spent the whole day (dp's) birthday in an anxious state about the cat. It was fine almost a non issue but in my mind I missed something and the cat would die. This is ridiculous. But convinced dead cat and dd hating me. Our relationship is already strained.
I have exams this week and I'm convinced I will fail - I couldn't have possibly revised more. Dp says I'm overdoing it but I'm still convinced.
But that's this week. There is always something that convinces me I'm dying, a shit parent, pathetic, stupid and not a nice person.
Dr wants me back on meds. Dp says I'm zombie like and not me when I'm on them and they actually don't work.
I just don't think I'm compatible with being a functional adult.