I come from a family where both my mother and grandmother have had severe anxiety which to various extents impacts their lives. I always thought I had escaped it. But I am so anxious about my kids (6, 4, 2). If I think to myself ‘are they breathing’ I have to check even if it is 2am and I feel maybe it was me having mother’s intuition something is wrong. This was fine when it was once a night but is starting to be more often. I often feel my worry keeps them safe and I def feel that if I am happy then I am tempting fate to do something bad. The oldest had a difficult start in life and a long journey to conception and when she nearly died as a newborn I remember thinking she was never meant for this world anyway. She survived and is fine but I am not, but have since had two more kids and touch wood all are healthy and happy. It is hard for me to even write that in case that tempts fate. I am becoming the kid of person who touches wood or other superstitions whenever I say something nice about them or our lives. Any advice before this gets too bad? I backpacked the world doing silly things for fun and adrenalin and now I am so mortified at what this must have been like for my mother and already stressed one day my kids will do this for me (they will, I am sure).