My anxiety about moving house tomorrow is reaching fever pitch and I can’t work out why. I’ve been trying to rationalise (disputing my negative thoughts, problem solving, even some Socratic questioning I found in a book), but it’s not working. I know this move is the right thing for me, I love the house, I know it will be ok (even if the dishwasher doesn’t work – I’ll get it fixed), I even know that the removalists aren’t going to attack me … I can’t find any rational reason for the panic.
Is it something else? Is it that the two times I moved house with my father were a disaster, and moving day always ended in hell? Is it that I know my mother will be stressed and she always takes that out on me through her caustic remarks? Or am I just looking for excuses?