The past couple of months have been an anxiety riddled mess for me.
I panicked about my car issues, despite the fact the car was fixable and really not a big issue but I just assumed that wouldn't be the end of it and that it'd be a neverending cycle of going in and out of the garage.
Thanks Google for that 😀 Google riles my anxiety to think the worst.
Then recently my dog had an itch. AN ITCH. Can't see anything when I examine the area and he isn't itching that much. Maybe once a day. However my brain is like OMG he's going to get a lump where that is and I'm going away in 2 weeks so of course my mind is going into overdrive about him itching all the way through my holiday whilst he is at the dogsitters.
However if I lost my car key tomorrow or if something serious happened to me I don't think I'd panic. I'd be rational and retrace steps/call police or whatever.
I guess my aibu is to wonder why the small insignificant and unproven things cause me anxiety but the reality of things happening and actually being issues aren't that bad?!
I think the root cause is money ultimately. Everything I sweat about costs money (and of course I'm envisaging ££££ for costs which I don't have).
Does anyone else suffer from catastrophic anxiety for imaginary issues?