I (19f) suffered from hypochondria/ocd symptoms/anxiety basically my entire life and since ive moved to college ive had one of the worst episodes of my entire life. 

About 2 months ago I greened out on an edible then attempted to go to sleep and ended up suffering a panic attack in my sleep. I became terrified of sleeping and could not calm my anxiety down enough to fall asleep for several weeks.  Every time I'd start falling asleep Id panic at the feeling of "losing control" (aka the normal process of falling alseep).  I ended up seeing a therapist who strongly believed that I have OCD and got started on Prozac last month around the same time I moved to college.

The problem is that now I have hypnagogic hallucinations while trying to fall alseep. Ill like be half alseep and my head will just randomly make a sound. The sound always sounds like its coming from my brain and I know its not real but it still scares the fuck out of me. My vision is also weird.. just kind of blurry and I see halos around light and just visual disturbances. My eyes kind of burn sometimes and honestly its probably just an astigmatism that I wasn't aware of until my anxiety made me hyper-aware of my senses. Sometimes I think I see something out of the corner of my eye and when I turn to look its always something in my enviorment (like o shit I think I see a black circle and I turn and its like a hairtie on the floor)

My mom says that I definitely don't have schizophrenia and that its just the stress of moving away from home mixed with my anxiety literally fighting against be going to sleep. I agree with her but I still cant shake the occasional terror of the possibility. 

Ive gotten better and Ive been working so hard at taking care of myself and hanging out with friends and just continuing on with my life but its just so fucking hard sometimes. The anxiety is nearly all consuming and I wake up every morning shaking from it. I miss my parents a lot and wish I could just get a hug and be told that everything is going to be ok. I know it probably will be but the small sliver of doubt is driving me insane. The fear makes it hard to enjoy literally anything that I enjoyed before. 

Im so sick of being like this. I worked so hard to be able to get my independence just to move away and become terrified of losing it. I know its so ridiculous but I cant shake it. The knowledge that I have no family history doesn't help, the endless hours of googling doesn't help, the comfort from my family doesn't help. Im just so tried.