I thought I was doing really well these past few months, as I hadn't had a "freak out" over something in a while. But then last night a thought hit me, about my novel I'm writing: "What if I copy pasted another line from somewhere that I liked and chose to use myself? And I can't remember how where that line is, which questions the integrity of the entire novel."
Even just writing that, I feel panicky. I lost sleep over this; someone on Reddit was kind enough to talk me through it and mentioned possible OCD almost right off the bat. Basically, I feel like I'm over thinking this, I don't think I actually did copy past anything. But I woke up this morning, remembered the issue, and just felt PANIC. Pain in my chest, a feeling like my body was being electrocuted. It's miserable. I'm a little scared to open up my word document again today (I have to, though, I'm doing a word count challenge and I'm very close to finishing). This unrelenting terror is just very not fun. I feel like it's been a while since this amount of panic was such a huge issue. And now I'm back to it.
Even just writing that, I feel panicky. I lost sleep over this; someone on Reddit was kind enough to talk me through it and mentioned possible OCD almost right off the bat. Basically, I feel like I'm over thinking this, I don't think I actually did copy past anything. But I woke up this morning, remembered the issue, and just felt PANIC. Pain in my chest, a feeling like my body was being electrocuted. It's miserable. I'm a little scared to open up my word document again today (I have to, though, I'm doing a word count challenge and I'm very close to finishing). This unrelenting terror is just very not fun. I feel like it's been a while since this amount of panic was such a huge issue. And now I'm back to it.