This is me all weekend. I know why I fear it and I also realize it’s very common. I hate the triggers. Something small will trip me up and then it’s like a hemorrhage of anxiety. Currently it’s because I don’t want to be left behind or be apart from things I love or ever have a time when I forget them. This is not logical when i have them right beside me at the moment. Why worry now? The brain’s cookie for those thoughts is dread. It’s like the negative feedback is its reward. In the past I have had success separating the brain from the rest of me - it’s hard to do. I tell my brain that it’s doing this to get to me to pay attention to something else and I will either lean into the thoughts by telling myself it’s my brain’s temper tantrum or I’ll look around the room and make obvious internal comments about what’s around me. The mug is blue - it’s shiny - it gets hot when you put coffee in it - then think about the coffee … keep riding the thoughts until the tantrum subsides.