lilvanillachica1,
I know just what you're saying. I used to be obsessed with the thought that this could be the last day that I might be here and I'd never see my loved ones again. The pain and the drama of those lines of thought used to just consume me.
I remember one time in my early 20's, I was taking a short flight (30 minutes) to go spend the weekend with my sister. I had decided to take a flight as a treat for myself instead of spending 1 1/2 hours on a ferry and then driving for an hour each way. My ticket was all bought and paid for and the night before I was to go I just whipped myself into a frenzy thinking about how I was going down in this plane and would never see my family again. I stayed up late writing separate goodbye letters to my mum, sister, boyfriend, and grandmother. I wrote, I cried, this went on for hours. I poured out my heart telling them how much I loved them and why they all meant so much to me. The alarm went of early the next day, and my boyfriend drove me to the airport. I had this deep feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. As I said goodbye to him in the airport I hugged him and started to cry. He (a very sensible and unemotional type, now an ex) looked at me with puzzlement and said "Calm down Rachel, I'll see you on Sunday". Much to my surprise the plane landed in Vancouver and I got off and was greeted by my sister. Told her the whole story (had to since I'd obviously been crying). We both had a good laugh.
Once you start to think about all the things that could go wrong, there is just no end to where you can go. Just decide to not go there mentally. If I start to notice myself going down a mental path that I know doesn't support me in being happy, I just karate chop it mentally and think "I'm not going there!" Think happy thoughts. It really does help. It takes practice, hard at first, but you can do it.
Rachel
