Ok. I don't know if this is "normal", but here goes.
I'm afraid I'm going to die.
There, I said it. I'm afraid I'm going to die! I have no illness or life threatening habits, I don't go looking for dangerous acts to prove I'm still alive; I have no reason to think this. But I do. Pretty much every week, I play some sort of scenario in my head where I end up dying. I don't want to die of course. This fear started after Corbin passed away and now I'm afraid I'm going to die too.
It starts like when I'm driving down the road and maybe the car behind me is following too close. Then for some reason I imagine the two of us wrecking, I'm stuck in the car, an ambulance shows up with the jaws of life, then I die. Then there I am, driving 75 mph (normal speed here in WV by the way) down the road, crying my eyes out, imagining my own death.
I just cry and cry knowing that my husband and Monkey would have to go on without me. And I don't know why I worry about myself. I do worry about Monkey, like if he sleeps for an abnormally long time, but I don't imagine him dying like I do myself.
The more I keep typing, the crazier I feel. I'm losing my mind.
Am I the only one? Please say no...
