Overthinking.

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I think too much.

I've always known this to be true, and I'm fairly sure it's a feature of mine that doesn't go unnoticed to others.

Especially seeing as my overthinking tends to be the catalyst of my incessant worrying.

A lot has changed within the past year, in both good ways and bad, and it's safe to say that at one point, things got more than a little tough.

But now that the dust has more or less settled, I am back to worrying about the lesser things in life. Give me a simple situation and I will overthink almost every minor detail until I'm practically giddy from all the ideas running around in my head.

Recently, I've noticed that my insecurities have been pretty much front and centre in my mind, which isn't exactly helpful. What's even less helpful is the fact that my insecurities will then lead me to more overthinking, which in turn results in my insecurities being maxed out.

Because of all this, I seem to have days when I become almost completely withdrawn, keeping myself to myself in a stance which may resemble a sulk to a third party outsider. It then becomes difficult to maintain a friendly composure towards others, particularly a select few who I really don't want to give the wrong impression to. Oops.

Every so often I might be treated to a distraction or some reassurance to put my mind at rest for a short while, but it's never long before something new comes along to keep my mind awake into the early hours. Tonight is a good example of this happening - hence my first blog post in 9 months going live just after 2am.

Maybe this little ramble will have helped to cool it off a little.

Maybe now I can sleep.

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