The Cloudy Mind

Some people think overthinking is just thinking a lot. It’s not. Overthinking is thinking in circles. It’s replaying the past and trying to rewrite it, even though you can’t. It’s imagining futures that haven’t happened, and somehow feeling responsible for all of them. It’s not loud like people think. It’s not screaming inside your head. It’s more like... quiet pressure. A fog that settles in slowly and stays too long. It lives in the silence between texts. The way someone looks at you for half a second too long. The second-guessing after you speak, the post-conversation rewind. It makes you believe that every moment is a test. Every word is a clue. Every pause is a sign. And it’s exhausting. The weirdest part is how invisible it is. No one sees it. No one knows how heavy it can feel to just sit in a chair, to just exist, while your mind is building entire realities behind your eyes. You can be physically present and completely elsewhere at the same time. I used to think I was just “too sensitive.”