I'm fed up not living my life but merely "surviving" in my head, every day. No matter what I tell myself, I seem to convince myself that something I ate or accidently consumed maybe might kill me. As I type this I realise how ridiculous it sounds, but the fear and worry that I feel is unreal. Can't keep doing it, I am attending my 3rd session of CBT on Saturday, so far it's not really kicked off but fingers crossed I find it useful in the end.
I just feel useless, my husband is exhausted explaining to me that everything is fine, I have no reason to worry, I just massively doubt everything! I scrub and scrub the kitchen sides, plates, glasses and have started to avoid food completely sometimes now because I'll just worry about it for hours afterwards until it's forgotten and then onto the next worry.
Can anyone relate or am I just losing the plot?!