I don’t overthink big problems, I overthink tiny moments

It’s never the big things that get me. I can handle serious situations. Deadlines. Pressure. Even conflict. But a simple okay text can destroy me. Suddenly I’m analysing tone that doesn’t exist. Reading meaning into punctuation. Replaying my own message like it’s evidence in a trial. And the worst part is I know I’m doing it. I know it’s irrational. I know it’s probably nothing. But my brain doesn’t care about logic. It cares about patterns. Past experiences. And every time I was ignored, misunderstood, or made to feel like I was too much. So now even silence feels personal. And I’m tired of fighting battles that only exist in my head.