For a couple weeks now, due to how awful the insurance company has been, I get anxiety attacks going to get the mail or even entering our garage to do laundry at a time when the mail might be in the slot there.
Today, I did laundry, and after a week of only getting one ho-hum, non-therapy related claim, there were three envelopes from insurance, like the three bears, all different sizes, small, medium, and large. No kidding.
I can't open them. I feel like if there is something invalidating in there of my rights (which I found out they were violating federal law in not answering some things I've been asking) or of how things happened, things are going to go into crisis.
Right now, they're sitting on H's desk and I'm trying to ignore them. I figure I will open them when he is home. I would tell him, but he's in training at work, so I don't want to stress him out. However, I don't want to be stressed out alone either. I have reached out to my pastor and my T just to not be alone.
Plus, I have lunch plans with my mom, because she wanted to see me and Boo and whenever she makes an effort, despite the fact that it is always triggering and sometimes she still does/says some pretty toxic stuff, I feel obligated to let her try. If not with me, at least to be a grandma to my daughter. I probably can never have anything more than a, "I accept you as a human being and forgive you" relationship with her. The problem is, instead of forgiving her, I just go into denial and excuse it like none of it ever happened.
I'm a mess right now and I feel like I'm going to throw up from anxiety.
Writing here for help to ground.