Some of this seems silly to me, some of it is shrouded in first world problems, but that's fine.  So here goes..

Last April, my wife and I bought our first house together.  We've been married since November 2019, and it took us just six months to find a place that really spoke to us.  We own a split level house, meaning the first floor is what would traditionally be the basement.  Our master bedroom is down there.  Everything seemed to be in order, and everything was going great for about four months.

In August, we had the remanence of a tropical storm roll through that dumped easily six to eight inches of rain in our area over the course of a couple of hours.  My wife called me frantic: we had water in our bedroom.  As my screen name suggests, I'm a paramedic.  I was at work that day, and I live relatively close to home.  I FLEW home, and did what I could before I got pulled away and left her with the rest of the work to do.

We gutted the room.  Took everything out of it and let it sit empty for a while.

We thought we had the problem figured out.  We put in a French drain in our back yard to pull water away from our house, and moved some of our downspouts around to keep water away from the house.  In September we scheduled a company to come in a replace our flooring with waterproof vinyl floor.  My wife was out of town when it was supposed to be installed, and I worked the night before the company was supposed to be there.

The day that they were supposed to show up, the company didn't show.  THANK GOD.  I arrived home at 8am from work, and found, again, that our bedroom had flooded.  I spent the day cleaning it up on the verge of a breakdown.

For the next couple of months, that way the cycle: big rain storm, and I'd spend 8, 10, 12 hours with a shop vac trying to protect the rest of our first floor which we were largely successful in doing.  In November we had a French drain and sump pump installed INSIDE the bedroom.  This involved taking out a bunch of dry wall etc which revealed moisture, and the source of the leaking as it came in through the bottom of the cinderblock foundation.  It revealed some other minor issues that would have cost an arm and leg to fix that the company that we used said was not a big deal and the existing work should help.

In December we had a contractor in to replace everything: dry wall, flooring, paint etc.  On Christmas Eve, a few days before the flooring went in, we had a MAJOR rain storm: like 3-5 inches.  It POURED.  The room stayed bone dry, but I slept like crap.  It was really a blessing in disguise though because I got to see that despite the most rain we'd had in a few months, the system we put in worked like a charm.

The bedroom now looks great.  I'm not going to go into the legal side of things because, long story short, we have no recourse on the previous owners.  We've had lawyers look it over and even though the evidence we have is ethically compelling, its all circumstantial.  

So now that I've told my backstory, let me tell you what my problem is.

I've always been an anxious person, and suffered through a bit of depression which has at times become harder for me to manage as I've gotten older (I'm 42).  I rarely drink at all after drinking A LOT through my 20's and early 30's.  

From August until recently, I frantically checked the weather.  The rain storms we've had since our system has gone in basically involved sleepless nights for me, even though there was no problem with the house.  I Literally have PTSD from the rain.  I still find myself checking our backyard and our drainage to make sure everything is working how its supposed to and trying to devise other plans to get it better cleaned up and under control. 

I'm trying my ass off to work through it.  I'm not allowing myself to check the weather as often.  I'm constantly reminding myself that the people we've had in to do the work were professionals (they were.. They did an AMAZING job) and to just trust their work.  My wife has been my rock.  My friends have been great, with others dealing with similar problems who have confirmed for me that the things I'm thinking, feeling, and suspecting (for example, feeling a cold floor and immediately thinking "is that wet?") are not as crazy as I think they are.

So this is a  TL;DR way for me to ask: 

What tips does anyone have for this kind of thing?  Self affirmations?  Better relaxation etc?  I'll take any help or advice that anyone has.  

Obviously, I know that there is no magical cure for any of this, and I"m not looking for that.. I'm just looking for ways and techniques to deal with my anxiety and boarderline PTSD.  

Thanks, everyone!