Hi… I’m Kay. I overthink… overthinking. Yeah… I’ll probably say that again. … Hey… I’m K2. Nice to meet you. Funny… I’ve been overthinking too. I thought… I was the only one awake tonight. I need to know everything. I question the world… without judgment. I see through perspectives other people don’t. Then… I question myself. One bad thought… becomes another. One bad memory… becomes ten more. One bad feeling… becomes… “What if I completely lose myself again?” Sometimes… I don’t know if I’m healing… or just surviving another night. I know what it’s like… to stare at the ceiling long after everyone has fallen asleep. Trying to outrun thoughts that always seem to run faster. Wondering… if tomorrow will finally feel different. Trying to convince myself I’m healing… while still carrying pieces I haven’t learned to put down. That’s the part… people don’t see. How hard I fight just to stay connected… to me. Sometimes… I feel so far away from myself… it’s terrifying. That’s the part… I never really talk about. Trying to smile… when my mind won’t let me rest. Trying to be okay… when my thoughts keep pulling me backwards. Different stories. Different scars. Same late nights. Same racing hearts. Same invisible battles. Looking for peace… inside minds that never stop talking. Our overthinkin’… is overthinking. Round and round… it goes again. Trying to figure out… What’s trauma? What’s anxiety? What’s OCD? What’s depression? Maybe it’s ADHD… or maybe my brain just hates me. People say… “Just breathe.” Okay… Tell my nervous system that. Tell the thoughts that never stop spinning. Tell the younger version of me who grew up way too fast. Some nights I replay conversations that ended months ago. Wondering if one different sentence could’ve changed everything. Trying to make peace with chapters that already ended. Learning… that healing isn’t forgetting. It’s remembering… without breaking apart. Some nights… I feel completely alone. I wonder if anyone else knows what this feels like. Me too. Some nights… I don’t recognize the person looking back at me. I keep hoping tomorrow feels a little lighter. Maybe… that’s why we’re still here. Different lives. Different memories. Different pain. Same midnight. Same hope. Different stories. Different scars. Same late nights. Same racing hearts. Same invisible battles. Maybe tonight… someone else is staring at the same ceiling. Maybe… their overthinkin’… is overthinking too. Maybe… they’ll hear this song… and know… they’re not alone. I’m Kay. I’m K2. Nice to meet you. We’ll keep healing. One night… One song… One thought… at a time.
