This was me today. I’m not sure when — no, I take that back, I do know when I became a worrier — when I became a mom. The most terrifying thing that could ever happen to me was something happening to her. And 25 years later I still have that terrible worry. It only occurs when things don’t go as planned, like someone is supposed to be someplace and they aren’t, which makes me think something horrible must have happened to them to make them miss that appt. It frequently extends to the people around me that I feel responsible for in some way, such as my students.
It’s exhausting, really. I think I need to figure out how to stop worrying about the physical and mental well-being of everyone around me and think about myself first once in a while.
