Recently, I've become awfully aware of the passage of time. I don't know if it's a fear or a side effect of my latest anxiety/depression relapse but it's terrible. I find myself obsessing over it, and the fear of aging and death a lot. I'm still quite young, 34. My counselor said I'm just making myself sicker with this obsession. That really ticked me off.
A lot of it is due to a trigger statement my boyfriend made in Febuary about time flying. Since then, I can't stop freaking out about it.