Being an overthinker feels like living in a house where the lights never turn off. Even at 2am the rooms in your mind stay lit. Each one echoing with what you should have said or what you could have done. Ringing with what might happen if you get it wrong again.
You replay conversations like broken records. Zoom in on facial expressions like crime scene photos, trying to find the moment someone stopped meaning it. You write text messages 10 times before sending them and then panic once they are read. You convince yourself you’re too much and then feel hurt when they don’t ask for more.
You apologize for needing reassurance then apologize again for apologizing too much. Your brain builds worst case scenarios with the creativity of a novelist and the stamina of a marathon runner…if only overthinking burned calories.
But still you get up. You show up. You try again. Because even when your mind runs too fast, your heart still hopes. Maybe one day you’ll see your depth not as a flaw but as a form of devotion. Caring too much might be exhausting, but it also means you love with everything you are and every part of your being.
That just isn’t something you should ever try to silence.
KM