I'm a lifelong worrier. I remember being about 5 or 6 years old and constantly worrying that my mom was going to die. I was obsessed with it for literally years.

My husband tells me "if you can't do anything about it, why bother worrying about it?". Oh, if it were only that easy! I try to remember that though. If it's something that I'm worried about and I can actively affect the outcome then it's legitimate... like I'm giving myself permission to worry about it. But if it's something that I can do literally nothing about, then I try to focus my energy on something else. WAY easier said than done.

Or you start worrying that you need to stop worrying. It's awful.