Constant sense of dread

What I'm about to say is not something that applies to me now, but it used to...

Approximately 20 years ago, I happened to be in my kitchen when I heard and felt a rumbling. It was not something I had ever experienced before, and it turned out to be an earthquake measuring a magnitude of 4.8. The tremor lasted for 20 seconds, but to me, it seemed like it could have easily been 20 minutes. I later discovered that the epicentre was a handful of miles away from where I lived. Anyway, I was completely freaked out by having felt the ground quite literally move. A most unnerving experience, to say the least.

The earthquake happened shortly before 1am on a Monday morning. For a good many weeks afterwards, I avoided being in my kitchen around 1am on a Monday because in addition to it triggering the unpleasant memories of that earthquake, I had also convinced myself there would be another one.

Now, I consider the sense of foreboding and dread I felt to be quite ridiculous. The notion that because an earthquake had occurred at approximately 1am on a Monday morning, the same thing would happen at the same time the following week, and the week after that, etc. Earthquakes don't work like that, and whilst I knew that all those years ago, it was as though my ability to think rationally had ceased to exist. 

What I'm about to say is not something that applies to me now, but it used to...

Approximately 20 years ago, I happened to be in my kitchen when I heard and felt a rumbling. It was not something I had ever experienced before, and it turned out to be an earthquake measuring a magnitude of 4.8. The tremor lasted for 20 seconds, but to me, it seemed like it could have easily been 20 minutes. I later discovered that the epicentre was a handful of miles away from where I lived. Anyway, I was completely freaked out by having felt the ground quite literally move. A most unnerving experience, to say the least.

The earthquake happened shortly before 1am on a Monday morning. For a good many weeks afterwards, I avoided being in my kitchen around 1am on a Monday because in addition to it triggering the unpleasant memories of that earthquake, I had also convinced myself there would be another one.

Now, I consider the sense of foreboding and dread I felt to be quite ridiculous. The notion that because an earthquake had occurred at approximately 1am on a Monday morning, the same thing would happen at the same time the following week, and the week after that, etc. Earthquakes don't work like that, and whilst I knew that all those years ago, it was as though my ability to think rationally had ceased to exist. 

I've not switched on my phone for nearly a fortnight, basically because I once received bad news by phone several years ago. I go through this fear-filled ritual every few weeks more-or-less. It's incredibly rare that I get a phone call anyway.

It's the same thing as your earthquake, in a way.