- losing my partner, he is my absolute rock and some days I take him for granted.
- something bad happening to my kids. Serious illness, mental health struggles, accident, someone taking them, them being bullied, them being taken advantage of, them getting pregnant as teenagers, growing up and not living a happy and comfortable life (not necessarily financially rich, but not struggling either). I have a lot of anxiety around this, I think it’s projection because I myself have struggled with many of these things and want better for them.
- I’m also scared of my kids becoming bullies. I was bullied as a child and would never stand for my kids doing it. Not that I think they would, but of course everyone says that about their kids. I take it seriously, if another parent or teacher comes to me and says my kid did or said something to theirs that was mean, hopefully I’m doing enough. Another one that causes me a lot of anxiety.
- something happening to my cat. I think the worst thing would be if he got hurt when he’s out and about and he just didn’t come home.
- my gran dying. Don’t think the family will be able to stand it. There’s already cracks and rifts, she’s like the glue.
- cancer - lost my granddad to cancer in 2015 and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. If it’s not treatable end my misery please.
- dropping dead suddenly. Happened to a family member at a relatively young age and I’ve been scared of it happening to me ever since. It was a huge shock at the time
- needles make me feel physically ill. Injections I can just about cope with if I don’t look at the needle and it’s over quickly, but blood tests are a real struggle because they take longer. During my last pregnancy, I had to have more blood tests than usual, and it didn’t help me get used to them at all. It was a massive mental hurdle every time. I can’t bring myself to give blood or anything like that, I think I’d actually vomit/faint. And I’d rather not talk about that one time I had to have a needle in the back of my hand during child birth (forget the proper name for it now)
- this one sounds pathetic and it stems from social anxiety, but I’m secretly scared of people in real life disliking me? Like, I know everyone is not everyone else’s cup of tea, there’s people I don’t like after all and I’m not exactly flush with friends, but I try to be pleasant in person if not a little shy and awkward. It’s something I am working on, I don’t actually want loads of friends as I like a quiet-ish life
so why should I care if people like me or not? They can think what they like! I go through phases where I care less but can never fully let go. Something in me is looking for approval, I think. Work in progress for sure, it will be so freeing when I crack it. Probably will make socialising easier in a way.
I didn’t realise I was so scared of life until I started typing this post