So thinking I might have developed a bit of an anxiety disorder, or some form of minor PTSD maybe. I haven't had an actual panic attack yet, at least not something that really fits the description, but I'll share my story anyways.
So back in the beginning of February (around 5 months ago? Seems longer and not long enough at the same time) my apartment mate hung himself in the bathtub. I'd known him since just the beginning of January, and never really talked to him too much, since our schedules didn't allow that much. So it was one morning in early February that I went to go take a shower, and found him instead. Within about 3 hours of that I'd been sent to school counselors who I talked to for about 3 weeks probably a total of 6 or so times. And I was doing well. I talked to my friends and girlfriend, felt comfortable with the whole thing (or as comfortable as you can), and was doing my schoolwork at a pretty good level. I never had nightmares, or really worried about it other than maybe once every 2 weeks or so for a passing moment.
Then April happened. I go to school in Boston and was grocery shopping by the Boston Marathon finishing line. And while I was lucky enough to not be at the finish line (I almost went about 30 minutes before they went off), I was 2 blocks away and saw the reactions of shock on everybody. This left me with a sort of general unease I guess. I was ok walking around, as long as I was with someone. During this time I really didn't go out alone much, since it was Finals week and I had to pack stuff up to head home for 2 months so I was kinda busy.
So then I went home to Texas. And I felt fine. There were a few nights where I would think about these things, and I kinda zone out a bit here and there and just blank my mind. The biggest thing I noticed is when I was out of the house alone (either hanging out with old HS friends, or doing errands) I got nervous about going back and felt like I had to be home. It wasn't really a social thing, since I was fine with people coming over to my house, but when I drove over I felt uncomfortable driving out by myself, mostly out of fear of walking back and seeing someone dead.
So we come to today. I'm back up at college for a work study 6-months then my last semester. I was nervous/scared a bit to go back, partially because my GF is abroad and most of my friends just graduated. And I check into my new apartment and the first thing I hear is running water from the shower. So I instantly get really nervous and scared. First thought was someone was in the apartment. I almost had to walk off and ask a stranger to go look in my bathroom to make sure nobody was in there. I managed to get enough courage and forced myself to open the shower curtain. The faucets were just broken and didn't fully shut off, so I sent in a work request to get it fixed. But the fact it managed to get me so worked up and scared about even just looking in has me a bit concerned.
So what do I do here? I can either just wait it out, give me time to adapt (like I normally take after I move somewhere) and check out then how I'm feeling. Or I can go and talk to someone about it even more and see what they have to say. But I'm not even sure what it's more akin to, Anxiety or PTSD type thing. Anybody have any input/advice?