Constant sense of dread

I'm living with this underlying sense of dread all the time as if something terrible is about to happen. I'm always worrying about something bad happening to my loved ones in particular, and whenever I say goodbye to one of them I have an awful feeling as though it might be the last time I see them. I'm just always waiting for disaster to strike and it's having a really negative effect on my life. I guess it's my brain realising how unpredictable the world is and being unable to accept it. I was just wondering if anyone else here deals with this and if anyone has found a way to ease the stress.

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  • I'm afraid I cannot offer you any practical advice, but I can attempt to offer some reassurance that you are not alone.

    During my teens (before the days of mobile phones), if my parents had gone out for the day to visit non-local friends or relatives, I would worry that something terrible might have happened if they hadn't returned home when I had anticipated they would. I would find myself conjuring up the worst-case scenario, such as a fatal car crash on the motorway. After worrying myself silly and getting into a right old state, I would then end up phoning the home of whoever they had been visiting to ask if my parents were still there. If they had already set off, then I would then be asking how long it had been since they had left. 

    I now have an adult son that lives with me, and experience similar feelings of dread on the rare occasions that he has a night out, especially when the plans he's made with friends could be subject to change, and he's unsure what time he's likely to return home. Admittedly, I think that this can be a fairly common thing with mothers, as no matter how old our children are, we still worry about them in one way or another.

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  • I'm afraid I cannot offer you any practical advice, but I can attempt to offer some reassurance that you are not alone.

    During my teens (before the days of mobile phones), if my parents had gone out for the day to visit non-local friends or relatives, I would worry that something terrible might have happened if they hadn't returned home when I had anticipated they would. I would find myself conjuring up the worst-case scenario, such as a fatal car crash on the motorway. After worrying myself silly and getting into a right old state, I would then end up phoning the home of whoever they had been visiting to ask if my parents were still there. If they had already set off, then I would then be asking how long it had been since they had left. 

    I now have an adult son that lives with me, and experience similar feelings of dread on the rare occasions that he has a night out, especially when the plans he's made with friends could be subject to change, and he's unsure what time he's likely to return home. Admittedly, I think that this can be a fairly common thing with mothers, as no matter how old our children are, we still worry about them in one way or another.

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