It's been a while since I've dealt with this one, but it's come back on me recently.
I'm planning a major lifestyle change in the upcoming year. I'm going to be living in a shortbus and traveling the country, which is really, really exciting for me. But I think that the new, uncertain territory that I am broaching woke the anxiety dragon a little bit.
I have this sense that I am going to die very soon, or at least find that I have a terminal illness. Other than an abnormal pap smear about half a year back, I seem to be in very good health. I'm only 21 years old. There are no terminal illnesses that strike the younger folks in my family. But I just have this awful, dank, dark feeling of dread.
I know that it's just anxiety. I've been down this road before. It's not much more likely that I am about to die than it is that any of my friends are about to die, or my brother, or my guinea pig. Still, it tints everything with this macabre stench of fear.
Anyone else dealing with this right now?