That's me. I'm mostly ok, just going through life as normal but sometimes something will happen which sets me spiralling into anxious thoughts which take over my mind. I know it's things that I have no control over the outcome and I get carried away with the "what ifs" and start catastrophising.
The thing is, I don't really talk about what's bothering me. I will when it first happens (the event), but then I just think about it in my head because everyone will think I'm over reacting, which I know I am. I want to talk about things that are bothering me all the time and I want reassurance that everything will turn out fine. My husband won't indulge me and tell me that everything will be ok, but that's what I need. But he's not that kind of person and that makes me sad because he won't do this thing for me to make me feel better. Just a few words from him would make a big difference and I don't care if he's lying, it's what I need. As a result, I don't talk to him much about how I'm feeling either. I'm ashamed to admit to friends and family the extent of my worries. I put on this front of being laid back and not concerned but it's not true. And I've got so much to be grateful for in my life, which makes me feel worse.
I feel like I need some sort of support group but not sure if I could go and talk about personal stuff in front of a group of strangers.
The thing is, once this current thing is resolved, one way or another, I will be fine and I don't get like this, to this bad extent, all the time. Last time was a year ago for exactly the same reason, incidentally, and it all turned out ok. I don't generally have anxiety for no reason. I can always pinpoint the reason why I am anxious, which makes me reluctant to take meds for it as once this is over, I will calm down and get back to normal. Meantime, overthinking and driving myself mad.
Sorry I am rambling on but it helps to get it all out, someone might read it, and maybe find out that I am not the only one like this.