Everytime I'm out in public I'll be like what if someone is gonna take me or what if someone starts shooting in here.. I grew up always being told to not leave my sisters side or my parent's side and I don't and If I do I get so scared especially if I lose them... I don't feel lile someones out to get me I feel like what if this happens like in the TV's starting to wonder if these are delusions and if I'm going psychosis! D:

Sounds like OCD! "What if" thoughts are junk anxiety / OCD thoughts. Also it's OCD asking yourself if you're delusional or psychotic. All just OCD tricks. Dismiss them and move on. Pay them less attention and their power will shrink.

See, this is my problem too - when I get these thoughts, I do something physical - counting, picking - to NOT think about those things, and that's such a terrible symptom of OCD, at least for me. My advice for you is to counter these thoughts with realistic thoughts - the odds of these terrible things happening are very small. Remember that the news shows the worst things that happen because it makes most people watch it. Don't watch the news. Get off Facebook, if you need to. Be careful when you leave your house, be aware of your surroundings, but know that the odds of something catastrophic happening are so low and it's stopping you from livibg!

Omg I do this too. Such freaky day dreams when im out in public

I think everyone has little what-if thoughts like that. But for people with OCD those thoughts get “stuck” and the brain assigns importance to them. Part of the thing with doing exposures is that you willingly bring those thoughts in on purpose in a more controlled situation where you can learn that you’re capable of handling having those thoughts and remaining in control. A good exposure for you might be to write about an experience like that as though it is happening in the present - but in the comfort and safety of your own room. And then just give yourself some time to sit with the unpleasantness of worrying about that without doing anything at all to try to make the unpleasantness go away. It is easier said than done, but in my experience when I 100% surrender to the anxiety and just allow myself to sit with it, that it doesn’t instantly go away but oftentimes the edge gets taken off it. It’s kind of like how they often say you shouldn’t run away from certain wild animals because they will chase you - OCD chases when you try to run, and the act of avoidance just amps up your feeling of fight or flight survival instincts. A lot of people describe OCD as a tormentor, basically like the devil himself. I prefer to think of it as a friend who really cares about me and has the best of intentions but is paranoid and misguided. That comparison helps me to not flee so hard. It becomes more of a “thank you for bringing that to my attention bud, but I have a life to live and it is worth the risk to me.”