That's just it, really. I've been anxious / easily upset for as long as I can remember. For the past 3 years, I've been on anti-depressants (citalopram, then sertraline). I usually trot along OK, but will occasionally have really bad blips of about 4 weeks, where I can't eat, can't sleep, smoke all the time. On Friday, I started worrying about my parents getting older and them not being around (they're both only in their 50s), and just not knowing how I would cope. I worry about what I'd do if anything happened to DH. I worry about me getting cancer and dying (I smoke, maybe 6-8 cigs a day, and can't stop. My anxiety has always got out of control when I've tried). I'm doing a doctorate, which finishes in Oct, and I'm unlikely to find an academic post when I finish, as they're so thin on the ground. I worry about who I'll be when I don't have a job / office to go to in the mornings anymore.
I keep portioning my life into chunks I need to get through, eg. get through your wedding and honeymoon without cracking up, get through the doctorate, get through pregnancy (we want to try for DCs next year) without cracking up or smoking (which I'm dreading). And then I wonder what's next - just wish my life away until it's over? I feel so sorry for DH being lumbered with me - he is the kindest person, and it makes me feel so guilty. I wish I could control these feelings. Has anyone else felt like this? I thought, when I was younger (I'm 28 now), that I'd get better one day. Now I don't think I will. Thanks for reading.