Don T Overthink It Novels & Stories

JORDAN I try to think fast—but I can’t. Nothing comes. It’s too much, all of it. My mind won’t process a single coherent thought. I have no idea what to do. Stumbling toward the floor, I ignore the searing ache in my core and grab one of the spilled pills near the sink. My fingers tremble so badly I nearly drop it again. Doesn’t matter. I shove it toward my mouth, my entire body screaming for relief…for silence…for control.

I obediently sat down without touching the dishes in front of me. "Grandma was talking to you, didn't you hear?" Mark spoke in an irritated tone. I wasn't sure if he was annoyed because I didn't hear his grandmother or because his grandmother scolded him. "Sorry, Ms. Anderson Sr., I was too hungry and didn't pay attention." I cast an apologetic glance towards her. My teacher used to say that apologies should be sincere. Actually, my haste wasn't due to extreme hunger but rather the fear of not finishing my meal promptly and facing criticism for leaving leftovers.

“I had the best birthday of my life just because he was there and then he had the guts to tell me that it was a distraction.” Rita's eyes widen as she sat up “A distraction?!” “Well, that's what he said although he made it seem like I shouldn't take it too seriously, but I couldn't help it. I was having a great time until he said that,” I explained. Rita leaned back again. “Maybe he lacked a better word to use? Maybe you're helping him stop thinking depressive thought? Like a good distraction? Look, I'm just saying that there's a possibility that you're just overthinking. You're an over thinker, I know, but right now, you don't need to stop it. He hasn't even told you something directly terr

"What I said last night was just my anger talking, so don't take it seriously. You developed this project yourself. We really can't do this without you." I scoffed. It didn't take long for her to regret what she had done.

] Big N: [If I don't have an Adam's apple, you'll want to be with me? E: [You're overthinking this!] Big N: [Then, that's settled! Don't think about whether I have an Adam's apple or not. Quickly tell your mother to forget about me. I'm still young. I don't want to be in a relationship or get married.]

Without thinking about what will happen tomorrow and next. ***

Nathan stood beside her desk, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a file she didn’t remember him picking up. “I’m not,” she said. “You are,” he replied calmly. “This is the third time in five minutes.” Zara exhaled, leaning back slightly. “I’m thinking.” “You’re overthinking,” Nathan corrected. Zara tilted her head. “You say that like it’s a flaw.” “In this office, it is,” he said. “Thinking is useful. Overthinking slows you down.” Zara considered that for a second. Then closed the file. “Fine,” she said. “What am I missing?”

“Then you need to focus today.” “I know.” “No distractions.” “I know, Zoe.” “And don’t overthink—” “I know,” he repeated, this time with a hint of laughter slipping through. She paused, then laughed quietly, too. “You do that,” she said. “You say you know, but you still go ahead and do the opposite.” Allen shook his head, though she couldn’t see it. “I’ll try not to.” “Don’t try,” she said, echoing herself from before. “Just do it.”

“Thinking, huh? Or overthinking? You do that a lot, you know.” “Maybe I don’t do it enough,” I replied, dipping my toes further into the water. “Maybe if I over-thought things more often, I’d have the clarity I need.” Stephan leaned back on his palms, studying me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “What are you going on about now?”

And I don’t think I can survive that twice. “Hey.” Anita’s voice pulls me back. I look at her, and she’s no longer dancing. She’s watching me closely now. “You’re doing it again,” she says softly. “Doing what?” “Overthinking.” I force a small breath out. “I’m fine.” She gives me a look that clearly says she doesn’t believe me—but this time, she doesn’t push. Instead, she hooks her arm through mine and starts guiding me toward the exit again. “Come on,” she says lightly. “Let’s get out of here before your brain creates ten more imaginary problems.”