I keep imagining horrible things happening to my kids. Idk why. I was cooking when ds got up from his nap. I picked him up and had to walk through the kitchen to hand him to Dh. I imagined slipping and slamming his head into the pot of boiling carrots even though I was about eight feet from the stove. Dd tripped and bumped her head on the coffee table: before I could get to her I visualized her missing half her face. (She was fine) Those are the two that really stood out but this has been happening all day and I am deeply disturbed by it.