Overthinking is a problem.

Who doesn't think?

But I over think. 

Actually, it is because of doing everything on my own. My Big Fat Ego. I have never been good at  telling my "whole" story to anyone. But it was Ok and way better. When I started opening up, I lost my cool.  I was not at peace. 

I am sure it is strange. Otherwise, opening up and sharing help people. 

For me, it became problematic. I become more confused, lost and uncertain when I wanted clarity, guidance and certainty. 

I used to just over think. My world in my head is so crazy. Everything is possible there. I think such possibilities that people around me can never make sense of it. If you (still) read my blog, you must have got the sense of why I was  cursing a lot about  "hope" in my previous posts. One thing is clear, your intuition ae always right. I could never be insider here. It was just  beating myself up. Sulking. Crying. 

And praying.

No, I was not that overthinning. Neither hope is that bad. I was right about not being insider. I was overthinking because I was alone to handle everything. Only lost is lost of time. I could have used my energy and time  in something more useful.

Learning my lesson one at a time.