I didn't know where to put this, so if it is better suited elsewhere, please move it.
I have ridiculous, unwarranted and totally crippling anxiety. First some background as I know full well where this has come from, but even knowing what is causing it doesn't help me fix it.
When I was 14 my parents and brother (only family I have) were killed in a car crash. My parents were both only children with parents both long dead, so I had no one left. I blamed myself for years, felt guilty for not going with them and thus surviving. Felt guilty for not offering to babysit my brother. He was 8 when he died.
I somehow made it to adulthood with a vague sense of normality. Met my current OH, got pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful little girl who was born asleep. No one could tell me why. There was no medical reason as to why she never opened her eyes.
I now have another beautiful little girl who is one in two weeks. It is mainly her who causes me the anxiety. She is a perfectly happy, healthy, gorgeous baby. Absolutely no health concerns, eats well, gains weight, walked at 8 months, has started saying some words (mainly dad!) and gives me no reason to worry.
Except I do.
I check on her 3/4 times a night, just to make sure she is breathing (and end up waking her half the time). I worry when she coughs that's its a serious illness. I was half way to A&E convinced she had meningitis when my OH assured me that the rash was from his beard where he was kissing her. Every time she gets into a car (which I keep to a minimum, but is necessary at times) I am convinced there will be a crash and she will die.
It has got to the point where I already have her funeral half planned in my head. I know how fucking awful that sounds but I can't help it.
I also worry about my OH. Every time he goes out I'm convinced he will get in a fight and get stabbed. Or have a fit (he is epileptic) and seriously hurt himself.
Funnily enough, I don't have any worries about myself. Never have done. It's mainly the baby and my OH.
I know this is because of losing my family and then my daughter, but while my logical, rationale side knows I am being unreasonable and there is nothing to worry about, it makes no difference. I can't help it.
Due to being in care after my family died, I have a deep and total mistrust of social services and doctors and anyone of vague authority. I cannot bring myself to talk to anyone like my GP as I am paranoid about SS being involved with my daughter.
What can I do? Is there anything I can do/take to stop being like this? I know I am being irrational, but what can I practically do about it?