I have mild anxiety, which usually flares up postpartum, but lately it's been getting worse.
I currently have an awful fear of bed bugs.
I have been a bit worried about them since finding out they exist, but since our last holiday it has spiralled completely out of control. The place wasn't spotless and I convinced myself there must have been bed bugs. I put all our belongings in the garage when we got back and boiled washed/poured boiling water over EVERYTHING before allowing it back into the house (family of 5, lots of children toys, clothes, pram etc). It was weeks of work.
I haven't calmed down since. I'm so anxious about school starting again imagining DC will mix with so many children they are bound to bring bedbugs home. I'm considering getting then to get changed as soon as they get home and putting uniforms/bags in a sealed box when they get home. I won't, as I don't want to pass on my anxiety and DH won't let me, but I am freaking out.
Even on normal happy days, I'm constantly being triggered. Walking past charity shops (wondering what bed bugs may be hiding in the stuff), hearing about second hand uniform sales, seeing children backpacks in shops (I imagine bed bugs crawling all over the zips), seeing celebrity Instagrams showing their holiday, hearing the words "hotel", "suitcase" or of anyone travelling to the US where they are more prevalent. It sends my heart racing and I can barely breathe.
I am hesitant about having children over for playdates, or letting my DDs go to one, don't like sitting on soft furnishings in restaurants, can't bear the thought of public transport (I commuted everyday by train&tube for years without giving it a thought before), haven't taken my children to the library for ages as I am worried about bringing books with bed bugs home.
When I lie in bed I often feel an itch, or something crawling on me. There is never anything there.
I don't know what to do. I am crying seeing what I have written and how fucked up my mind is.
I have had cbt before but even if I try to rationalise away from the worst case scenario in my head (we will definitely have them and never get rid of them and our lives will be ruined), I still think it may be possible we'll get them some day and that thought is too much for me to bear.
I'm struggling :(