Write instead.

I am an overthinker. Reading back on my drafts from 5 years ago,  my overthinking has always brought me to my current state, that melancholic slightly anhedonic, mildly frustrated feeling. In my teens this had fueled much of my really beautiful poems though the frustration was less about my life in general than about me finding the right words to convey what I want in the poem. I guess writing my thoughts was the best sublimation for me.

It is always a struggle to find the right person to talk about these. I think most overthinkers are pessimistic in a way and not everyone you come across know how to handle talking to someone like that. Most people cut me off before I can arrive at my own aha moment. So, I end up letting my thoughts perculate instead because I cannot find a suitable person to help me work things out.

And so,  here I am writing again. Here, because I can write it out pretty quickly and whenever I feel that sudden surge signalling me that I am overthinking. I am pretty confident that not a lot of people would read this,  just those that matter. But in case another overthinker like me crosses by this, I hope this helps... and write instead.