Hi,
I am feeling terribly selfish now as it's been so long since I posted here (I've lurked a bit lately but since I was feeling a bit better then I haven't really posted). I hope you are all well.
I just feel like my anxiety is returning again - basically, to sum up I have alot of anxiety worries about my sons health based on symptoms and problems he has had in the past which are very real, however, I've linked them to a more serious illness which became an obsession for me, even though he was tested for this illness (at my insistance rather than the doctors) and it was negative.
It's almost like my anxiety over this is my "comfort zone" which probably sounds so silly because I hate feeling like this, but I seem to just revert back to it like a bad habit.
I've been seeing a counsellor once a month for a few months as well as being on sertraline and she has helped me try and determine where this comes from, but I still seem to find it hard to shake this unhappy spiral I end up in. There are definitely some issues in my life that are probably contributing to it, ie. my mother has a chronic illness (not the same one that I fear my son has) which was diagnosed when I was only about 4 or 5 and also my son had quite a turbulent first year (nothing life threatening but he has allergies and suffered with reflux so it was quite a rough time). He is much better now (Still has the allergies) but outgrew the reflux. My counsellor feels both of these have contributed to added anxiety and that I just can't seem to shake this link that my sons symptoms must be the result of something more serious rather than just allergies.
Why can't I just live life without worrying all the time ? Why is it I am so obsessed with something that is so terrible even though I'm the only person who thinks there's an issue ???
I think it just seems to come down to a deep inferiority complex that I almost don't trust myself to be a good mother - and I just keep worrying that I have missed something serious, and I am doing my son a favour by constantly thinking/worrying about this. I used to be terrible for surfing the internet using his symptoms as a starting point (which was where I uncovered this disease in the first place) and I started to do it again this week but fortunately managed to stop myself after a few mins and had a good word with myself. In the past, I have started doing this and then it's resulted in a downward spiral of finding things out on the internet which then set me off thinking down the same lines again that my son is ill.
Arrgh this doesn't make much sense to anyone else (barely makes any to me) but I just feel I needed to rant a bit.
Don't get me wrong, I love being a mother and my son is the best thing to ever happen to me - why can't I be happy with that ? Why am I always thinking that there must be something else wrong ?
Sorry to bore you all!