 

Over the past two days on two different occasions, I've been just walking around my house. Suddenly, I've stopped in my tracks ( even when in the middle of doing something) and have felt extremely anxious. I start to rub something, the first day it was a fork, and the second it was my shirt, I rub it feverishly I assume to try and feel better. This never works and I start to feel a sense of dread overcoming me. I begin to cry for maybe 30 seconds, only a drop or two comes out, and then I eventually calm down a little bit and start to ground myself. The anxiousness and dread are still here just not as dominating. I'm scared that I might have a mental illness, my Father and all his brothers suffer from it. I just don't know what to do, I can't talk to anyone in my family because I'm too scared that it will cause it to become more real than it already is. Sorry if there are typos.