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Dear Diary: Can We Talk About Overthinking? (Because, Same.)🤦🏽‍♀️

Not me calling myself out on the internet! 🙃 “Hey, my name is Lauren, and I’m OVER being an over-thinker.” Seriously, if you’re as done with overthinking as I am, drop a comment below, cause we need a club, like, yesterday.

Origin story? Started when I was younger. My parents made a BIG deal over image, first impressions, how we speak, and all the little in-betweens. Every decision felt like an owl exam at Hogwarts I stopped trusting my judgment, relying on what others thought. Spoiler alert: that was exhausting. 😅

It’s taken me years to trust myself again and it’s still a work in progress (it’s so tough sometimes). But here’s what I know now: no one is thinking the same way we are. When I overthink everything—from what to eat, what to watch, or what I’m doing with my life – I have to remind myself that nobody else cares what I choose. It’s not about making the “right” or “wrong” decision because whatever choice we make will lead to an outcome, one way or another.

For me, it’s about making decisions with my best interest at heart, that’s what matters. Once I make a decision, I remind myself to stick with itcause nobody else is losing sleep over our brunch orders or career paths.

And don’t even get me started on regrets—replaying those awkward convos in the shower, second-guessing decisions like Ron Weasley struggling to fly the family car. 🚗💨

To stop overthinking, I think we’ve got to heal that part of us where trust was broken. And trust me (see what I did there?) I’ve made some incredible decisions that I’m proud of, but there are also a few where I’m like, “What in the name of Dumbledoore was I thinking?!” Some choices completely changed my life in ways I wasn’t ready for, but here’s the thing—I learned. Maybe that’s the trick (or treat)—even when we make decisions we regret, they can still lead us to where we’re meant to be. 💫

And can we talk about how overthinking creeps up in friendships too? I remember this one friend—every time we talked, I’d spend hours afterward second-guessing myself, thinking, “Did I say that ‘right’? Did I sound weird?” Finally, I had to stop myself and ask: “Why am I like this around them?!” And the truth was, I wasn’t comfortable or confidence being myself.

You should never feel like you have to overthink who you are —whether it’s in friendships, relationships, or even with your own decisions. If you want to attend Hogwarts and embrace how magical you are (yep, I’m re-watching Harry Potter, just roll with it), then go for it, bestie! As long as you’re not harming yourself or anyone else, and you’re making choices that are good and healthy for you, that’s what counts. If something makes you overthink to the point of no return, maybe it’s a sign that the situation (or relationship) isn’t for you.

I think about Hermione, who always made decisions with her whole heart— even if she got points taken away from her house (or worse, expelled). Hermione wasn’t overthinking who she was or her choices, and neither should we. Now, I have to know—what Hogwarts house are you in? Cause, we all need Hermione energy and no more overthinking.

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