I kept getting a bad feeling that somebody close to me was going to die. Sometimes I would be overcome by it and get quite upset (this is out of character for me).
I would make my DP visit his nan more often than he'd like because I thought it might have been her. I would panic when my mum didn't answer the phone in case it was going to be her. Same with my daughter who was away at uni and suffered a bit with her mental health.
I remember one day, in the middle of the time when I was getting these feelings, my DP rang and told me a friend (not close) had died suddenly and my first thought, shamefully, was relief, that this person had died and not someone close to me.
But the feeling didn't go away and I realised that the person I was worried about hadn't died yet.
I do realise how mad this makes me sound.
Then a few weeks later we found my son in a critical condition. And straight away I knew he wasn't going to make it. That anxiety feeling id been getting just went away immediately, it was like a weight had lifted, I wasn't waiting anymore, and I knew my son was 'dead'.
My son didn't make it. I was and still am distraught. Totally out of the blue and completely not what we were expecting.
I've been in so many stressful situations since then, and have returned to work in a new industry and been in lots of situations that have pushed me out of my comfort zone. But I have never felt that anxious feeling again. I really think it was some sort of premonition. I just wish I had made sense of it at the time.