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For me, the best antidote to overthinking is to keep my mind on other things. I drafted an outline of my new book.

As I shut the door and leaned against it, I let out a deep breath. Then I padded across the wooden floor to the bed and sank down, my fingers brushing the edge of the thick wool blanket. My legs were tired. I stared down at my trembling hands and clenched them into fists, trying to steady my breath. I had to stop thinking like this. Overthinking never saved me. It only kept destroying and I tend to conclude things a lot.” But still… I couldn’t shut it off. I kept asking myself the same questions in my head, over and over again.

There had to be a reason, something that explained it all, yet the answers remained frustratingly out of reach. With another sigh, I closed the journal and leaned back. “Maybe I am overthinking things,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. So much had happened in my life, so many twists and turns that sometimes it felt overwhelming. But I knew one thing for sure—I couldn’t let myself drown in these endless questions. My hands instinctively rested on my belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall as I breathed. “I need to focus on the present,” I reminded myself, a soft smile spreading across my face.

Do I take him with me? I was having second thoughts. Who knew what was going to be said. What if I needed him? Why was I such an overthinker? Visit J o- b- n- i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job ni b .c o m, some sentences are incompleteAlways thinking the worst and making things up in my head before they’ve even happened. It was stressful. My mind constant. The anxiety crippling me. Why did I always have to take life so seriously?

I decided to stop thinking about it and maybe things weren’t the way I thought they were. I got undressed and got into the bath and entered it, finally settling inside it. I looked over at Eve who was in the other bath opposite me. I still felt weird about the whole situation but I still didn’t want to overthink anything that was happening at that particular time. I didn’t want anything to crowd my mind and I knew I was already overthinking things and it was getting me worried. I had a big day ahead of me, the best day of my life and nothing was ruining it, not without my consent.

“Just don't think, do everything but thinking.” I threw my hands in the air in frustration, “I said — I'm trying — to — stop. He's — getting into — my — head… No! He's — getting — into my — airway — I — can't breathe, I — see — him in — the back of — my mind — all the — time. And, and I'm — picturing him — doing a lot — of — crazy — things to me. I know I'm crossing the line — but — I — can't stop it. What should — I do?”

It was too much. “Let’s sleep.” At least sleep could silence the temptation. Quiet the overthinking. For now at least. *AUTHOR’S NOTE* Hey guys, don’t forget to like, comment, and vote — I love hearing your thoughts! Till the next one 💋

She managed perhaps three pages before realising she had read the same paragraph four times without taking in a single word. Her mind simply refused to settle. Instead, it drifted back to work. Had she attached the correct document to that final email? Would Martin notice she had reorganised his entire schedule? Should she have spoken up during the afternoon meeting instead of apologising when Simon interrupted her? She sighed. Overthinking really should qualify as an Olympic sport. "You look thoughtful." The waitress had returned to clear an empty glass from the neighbouring table. "I think too much." She smiled knowingly. "Most people in here on Fridays are trying to stop thinking."

I growl, my voice a dark warning. "I know that your silence is a massive, neon-flashing yes," he shoots back, undeterred by my hostility. He points a finger at my chest. "You've never felt anything close to that before. It blew your mind just as much as it blew mine." "Oliver-" "Stop," he interrupts, holding up a hand. The playful energy shifts, settling into a firm, surprisingly mature resolve. "Just stop obsessing about things for five minutes and relax. Your brain is going to short-circuit if you keep overthinking this."

I haven’t had to look at the gun for over a year now, but at times like these, it is needed. I needed to sleep, but I knew that it wouldn’t come that easily. The best thing for me to do was grab a book and read; that always calmed me, and hopefully, it will help me fall asleep without worrying. I chose one of my favourite books, Persuasion by Jane Austin. I have read it a hundred times, but that doesn’t make me love it any less. I pushed all the bad thoughts aside, getting lost in it, and soon I feel myself drifting off, wishing this is nothing but a bad dream.