I’ve been there and it’s something I will always have to fight to keep locked down.
It often flares when you are unhappy about another aspect of your life. Being fully responsible for your children and the thought of not being around for them is a massive trigger. I’ve had the same throughts. Do you know what? They’d be ok. If the WORST was to happen, they’d be ok.
Chances are, it’s NOT going to happen. Awful things could happen to every single one of us, at any time. Royalty, celebrities...we are all human and none of us know what the future holds. Try and take some reassurance from that. You aren’t alone.
I can only say what helps me.
Avoid health related programmes/movies/books/newspaper articles. They’re only going to make you feel worse.
Don’t google or look on forums. This includes nomorepanic. Again, will only reinforce your worries and make you feel worse.
Find any way to make yourself feel happy, as often as you can. Have music you like playing, watch comedies/a good series on tv, read and distract your mind/exercise, even if it’s just using YouTube in your living room, get out with friends and to playgroups, be around people who make you happy. Even little things like having a nice treat to look forward to when the kids are in bed. DONT put the kids to bed and sit on your phone, googling.
Cannabis oil really helped my anxiety. A lose dose is perfect. I took Love Dutch, 300mg. It really is brilliant.
Get enough sleep as anxiety is so much worse when you are tired.
Don’t ask for health advice on mumsnet, or from friends, for that matter. People without health anxiety can deal with, ‘oh god, i’d be straight the dr if that was me, I know of someone who etc etc.’ Just don’t.
Most of all, know that you aren’t alone and that it can and will get better. I’ve been at my lowest of low with health anxiety. I wasted years thinking I was about to die or be diagnosed with something awful imminently. I remember shutting myself in the uni toilets and sobbing because I’d found a small lymph node in my arm pit, then googling for hours and hours and hours afterwards, prodding it until my armpit was red and bruised, walking round in a numb fog. I would pace the room frantically and check glands in my neck every couple of seconds.
I wish I could go back in time and pick that crying 23 year old up off the floor and tell her to stop wasting her life away worrying.
It really is horrible and people who don’t suffer from health anxiety find it hard to understand. 