My anxiety doesn't even come from a fear of flying or crashing.
It's all the "what if's" like; what if they lose our luggage, what if we get in a car accident on the way to the airport, what if we miss our flight, what if there's trouble with our reservation, what if our house burns down while we are way, what if the dog dies in the kennel, what if, what if, what if!
Once we land and get our luggage, I'm fine. But the day we leave to come back home, I'm a basket case again, until we walk through our front door!
I never used to be this way, this all started 3 years ago. I can't connect it to any one situation that has happened.