The Weight of Overthinking

Overthinking is like being trapped in a maze of your own mind every path leading to another question, another doubt, another what if? It’s replaying conversations, analyzing every detail, searching for hidden meanings in words that were probably never that deep to begin with. It’s exhausting, but somehow, it feels impossible to stop.

I catch myself overthinking in the quiet moments, when everything should be still. But my mind doesn’t rest. It runs through past mistakes, future worries, things I should’ve said, things I shouldn’t have said. And the worst part? Half the things I stress over never even happen.

Overthinking convinces you that you have control when really, it’s just a loop of fear disguised as logic. It makes you second-guess yourself, question your worth, and sometimes even push away the very things that are meant for you.

But I’m learning. Learning to catch myself before I spiral too deep, to remind myself that not everything needs to be analyzed, that some things are just meant to be. Not every silence is rejection. Not every uncertainty is a warning. Sometimes, life just needs to unfold without me trying to predict every step.

So today, I choose to breathe. To let go, even just a little. Because overthinking may feel like control, but real peace comes from trusting that not everything needs an answer right now.