Yep, some of the "what ifs" my brain has come up with are downright embarrassing to admit. When I was a young teenager I was convinced that somebody had poisoned some candy I bought, to the point where I tossed the rest away and threw up what I had eaten... all due to anxiety based on some story I'd once heard. Once when I was 3 years old I just knew I was going to die. No reason other than just because I knew I was going to die, no matter what anybody told me. And then there was the time when I once lost an entire night's sleep worrying about the possibility that I might be a psycho and murder my family while they slept. I finally realized that if I were the kind of person who would do such a thing, then I would not be the kind of person who would worry so much about the possibility. Sometimes I look back at all the "what ifs" I've obsessed about in the past and I just wonder how I could have actually thought any of them were plausible at all.