I've had enough of this anxiety. I'm calling it anxiety anyway, because I don't know what else to call it. I'm worried about everything. I see disaster around every corner. I make my wife text me when she gets to work all the time now, even when the roads are clear and there is no reason she wouldn't. I start to panic when I get in the car because there are so many ways to die. I called in to work two out of four days this week because I was so afraid of making the drive. I hear the house creak, and my first thought is it's going to collapse. I know that, logically, most of my fears don't even make sense, but they are all too real. I tried talking to my pdoc about it, she told me to talk to my T about it. Someone has to do something, or I think I'm gonna snap.