#over-thinker

Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as giving too much.  It feels as though I do at times. I’m not sure how but I just do I give because I can, because I care, because I want to But sometimes it becomes hard.  There are days when I wake up and feel a sense of resentment creeping in, a line I hope never to cross.  But how do I avoid getting there?  How firm do my boundaries need to…

All she ever sought was to be safe. Yet turmoil after turmoil stripped her bare It became a constant battle, more like a never-ending war.  Armouring up constantly, always on guard.   Sanctuary and safety turned foreign— like a distant dream. Growing tired and weary, retreating into solitude. Taking knock after knock, almost falling.  Holding onto the little pieces left.  Still, not giving…

I am an over-thinker. Yes, I have been told I over-think things and that it’s not good to do that. It’s just how my brain functions, but also how it was molded to do so by repeated bullshit. Over-thinkers are people like me whose brains run at hundred-plus miles an hour every single day of their lives. They take in massive quantities of information and stimulation but also they can take one tiny…

Waves of sadness overcome me as a million and one thoughts ruminate through my mind But I don’t want to be sad, and I don’t know how to stop feeling that way. Or am I trying to avoid my emotions? I am not sure I have questions to any of these answers as I myself don’t understand what is happening.  It’s like a trampoline; one minute you’re high up in the air and the other minute you’re headed…

Do we deem a selfish act rationale just because we believe it’ll be beneficial to us? How selfish are we willing to be in order to get what we want? Isn’t the word selfish subjective and differs from one individual to the other?  Or am I being selfish for trying to make the definition subjective to fit my narrative?