It is strange. Nothing stressful or traumatic happened in my life either. Everything was just normal, one day as my boyfriend was going out I was on my own with our dd and I just had a weird feeling in my chest. I started to get really hot and dizzy, I thought I was going to collapse and she was going to be left alone until I was found and that something would happen to her.
I didn't collapse, the feeling passed and it was quite surreal. I googled it (why I have no idea) and started to feel frightened and panicked. It just never stopped from there it spiraled, I guess it was the thought of not seeing my dd grow up. It was coming up to her first birthday and there was a feeling at the pit of my stomach that I wasn't going to be there. She will be three this year and I am still here but I still have this instinct that I wont be there (again).
Only my close family know that I have health anxiety. Nobody else does, and now I don't talk to them about it either because they don't get it. Which is fine, it must be so hard to understand when you don't suffer from it, when its written down it looks silly and doesn't make sense. I only wish it wasn't so real.
I talk to my mum occasionally as she's the most understanding, she does help me to see the irrational thoughts, but sometimes its so overwhelming I'll go lay down and cry for a minute.
Talking online is my only release these days. It's a great chance to get things off my chest that I can't in real life. In reality I just plod on like these thoughts aren't in my head because I have to. It's almost therapeutic to log my thoughts online, and then I don't burden my family with it all and the people who reply understand completely what I'm going through.
I always think I'm the exception as well. Somebody has to be I guess and this is difficult for me to get my head around. I always think I'm going to be the exception, the one with the rare complications. Like I have toothache, it's not bad but its been on/off for a month. I think I'm going to be the one where the infection spreads to the brain. It's hard thinking this way and my boyfriends answer is 'stop it then!' Oh if only it was that easy, nobody would ever be anxious.
Oh I'm rambling now. Just fed up of me and my stupid thoughts ruining what should be the prime of my life. The stupid part is I have a degree in psychology and have studied in depth mental health issues, I should be an expert at beating this but at the minute it's beating me.
I hope you're feeling better today x