Is it weird that I am sometimes convinced I am dying of some horrible disease? Like, I have this severe fear of contracting HIV or something incurable like that. I have never had anything come up on any medical tests but I still feel sometimes, since I work in a nursing home, that I have caught something and I am going to die immediately.
I have had this problem for a very long time and I have only recently seriously considered getting some kind of therapy for it. I somehow have the strength to calm my anxiety down and relax before a panic attack develops. That strength I think is Daniel, my boyfriend. Anyway, I searching for professional help.
I imagine a lot of my problems started with my dysfunctional upbringing. That story is one for another day though.
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