My mind works in spirals: when I’m excited about something, I spiral up and up, my energy feeding an infinite loop where I can’t get enough content or dive too deep into stories and characters.
Yet it also works against me: when I’m worried or uncertain, my mind spirals down and down, wondering if I’ve done something wrong, or if people are mad or annoyed with me.
The latter way lies insanity. There is so much I cannot know: I can only choose to love and function in the way that I know best. If this bothers others, I need to trust them to tell me. Maybe they can’t; maybe they’re not used to being straightforward, and live their lives walking on eggshells: but I can’t do that anymore. It makes me sad and depressed and worried— and that’s no way to live my life.