Though I come across as someone with very little worry, I can assure you, worrying makes up a large part of my nature.
Imagine that someone you care about has had their phone die whilst out and about. Now, most people would just wait until they’re home and brush it off as the person being busy, but in my Bipolar mind I immediately jump to panic mode. I will assume they have been in a car accident, or anything along the lines of the worst case scenario.
In my general time, I am often wondering if I am good enough. If I am capable. Tossing and turning over what ifs.
These are my internal worries. Due to me living with these types of thoughts my entire life, I have learnt to (predominantly) keep them at bay. I do have these thoughts every minute, but I try my best to rationalise them to the best of my ability, and recognise that they are just a thought caused by my nature and my illness. Sometimes they slip out and people think differently of me, which hurts, because this is who I am and who I have always been. But it’s not like me to fret over not being liked, of all things, so I get over that quite quickly and very easily.