Now I am worrying myself silly and too many restless nights if sleep, because we have to make a journey to Mr C's late mum's house to clear it. The last time I was there was my mum's funeral, so it doesn't have great memories for me, let alone the double whammy of going through his mum's things. I'm getting myself in to a state and to add to the worry Mr C has not been well the last couple of weeks and I am over obsessing that we won't get back!
There's no way I can drive on the motorway and I'm racking my brains to think of every survival tactic during what I see as an ordeal.
I'm not feeling great either with this episode of hayfever which sometimes feels like the flu.
I basically don't want to go, don't want to do the chore in hand and that's not good for someone with anxiety.
Half the battle is wanting to do something and I don't!
So, as hard as I try, I am trying to think of positive reasons for doing this and at the moment the response is there is no one else!
I also haven't travelled far afield for nearly two years now, which doesn't help me at all. I've cocooned myself in a ten mile radius and I even find that challenging.
I know this is something I have to get my head round and use the skills I have learned to get me through, but the worry is the worst. :(