I am a writer and an acid consumer of plots, books, poetry. You name it. I am also an ambivert. This, along with a lot of other personality traits produces a cocktail of attributes of mine, one of which is overthinking.
I've honestly worked myself into panic attacks and at one point I was the queen of overthinking. It never did me any good. Finally because of a dire health condition that worsened with stress, I managed to bring it under control. This poem is from a time when I battled against my thoughts endlessly.
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One thought after the other,
A million things rushing by,
A brain used effectively,
Is often what we strive.
But what stimulates it, is often important,
I'm a victim of this endless process,
I think and prepare,
Overthink and destroy.
Too often I forget,
Too often I panic,
Too often I lose hope,
Too often I'm my own enemy.
I forget the reasons to be happy,
I panic that I'm not prepared,
I lose faith in myself,
I kill myself more everytime I despair.
In the vicious cycle of negativity,
I surround myself in a cacoon of gloom,
Discrediting, demeaning, destroying,
The abilities I know Ive seen bloom.
I've advocated self love,
Explained others it's importance,
But it's a hypocrites words they hear,
Ive longed too long to believe them.
Maybe the answer doesn't lie in belief,
Maybe it's in the thought itself,
A blank mind brings more peace,
Acceptance, not thoughts, help more.
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