I'm in my mid-thirties, with two young children. Have a decent career, friends, few hobbies but mostly because I don't have time and can't find the drive to start anything (I run, but that's about it).
I realised a number of years ago that I rarely look forward to anything and always have a low level of anxiety. I wouldn't say I feel sad, I just feel numb or hyper anxious. If we plan anything with the children, I feel like I can't enjoy the event and am just waiting to get home, which I then feel awful about. I can't even sit and relax because it's like my brain doesn't let me.
I have absolutely no memory, which makes me anxious, as I worry I'm going to forget important details about my children's lives, life experiences, etc.
My dad passed away very quickly in October 2020, while I was pregnant with my first child, and since then I've suffered with severe health anxiety. There isn't a day goes by when I don't think about death, my death, something happening to my mum, husband, children, etc. Every twinge and I assume it's something terrible. I've tried breathing exercises, mindfulness, I exercise regularly, but it doesn't help. I go down a real rabbit hole about dying/getting older.
Had a few, what might be called "traumatic" experiences as a teenager but ultimately, none of this stayed with me and I feel at peace with those events, so I don't think this is a cause.
I've sat on this for years, assuming it was normal, but I can't shake the feeling that it isn't, and by ignoring it then I'm just wasting my life by kind of...half feeling everything? If this is some kind of chemical imbalance then no amount of mindfulness is going to improve it.
However, I'm incredibly anxious about approaching my GP about it. I don't even know how I'm going to word this without having a low dosage SSRI prescribed (I am open to medication) and told to be on my way? I've tried counselling, had a fabulous woman who I felt comfortable with, but it made zero difference.
Sorry, this is all a bit of a ramble - it's the first place I've felt able to open up about it. Is it reasonable to speak to my GP about this, or is this just normal middle age, slightly perpetually sleep deprived, life?