LauraSmith27
03-06-11, 07:53
Hi
I seem to be going through a period of worrying about the strangest things. It's like my brain is constantly looking for something to be wrong so I can get scared about it. I seem to be worrying all the time about the possibility of having hallucinations (which I have never had by the way). I'll wake up in the morning and lie there looking around the room thinking for example, 'do the curtains look odd?' or 'should the doors be as dark as that?'. I even thought to myself the other day 'is the ceiling to low?'. I don't know where these silly thoughts are coming from, it just seems like I have to have something to worry about and it's driving me mad.
I also seem to be worrying about what people think of me all the time. For example, if I'm walking down the road and someone is coming the other way, I'll start imagining what that person is thinking of me, such as 'she's ugly' or 'she looks stupid'. I know this is a load of rubbish and the majority of the time people probably don't even notice me, but I seem powerless to be able to switch it off.
Can anyone relate to this at all?
Laura x
I seem to be going through a period of worrying about the strangest things. It's like my brain is constantly looking for something to be wrong so I can get scared about it. I seem to be worrying all the time about the possibility of having hallucinations (which I have never had by the way). I'll wake up in the morning and lie there looking around the room thinking for example, 'do the curtains look odd?' or 'should the doors be as dark as that?'. I even thought to myself the other day 'is the ceiling to low?'. I don't know where these silly thoughts are coming from, it just seems like I have to have something to worry about and it's driving me mad.
I also seem to be worrying about what people think of me all the time. For example, if I'm walking down the road and someone is coming the other way, I'll start imagining what that person is thinking of me, such as 'she's ugly' or 'she looks stupid'. I know this is a load of rubbish and the majority of the time people probably don't even notice me, but I seem powerless to be able to switch it off.
Can anyone relate to this at all?
Laura x