A tendency to dwell

I have what my dh calls worry-woritis. It is a recurring and annoying syndrome. I worry about the silliest crap, and the big stuff almost drives me insane. I know you are not supposed to sweat the small stuff, but the big stuff makes me dehydrated. To say I've been dwelling on alot of really big things is kind of redundant. Life has just not been any fun here. Our finances suck, Torrey and I have no visible type of relationship. I really wonder if I'm even still married, there's the ring but that's about the only physical connection I have to him. The stuff with Taty is up in the sir, tests upon tests that have to be performed. Then we have to wait for answers, it's all so frusterpating. And life in itself is just short of crummy, my eyes burn from lack of sleep and head aches from too much unneeded information. And still I pray because He may not answer when I ask Him too, but He will answer.